There’s a movie called Ghost Town. The title makes your mind wander to a genre of which it is not a part, but it’s a quirky romantic comedy of sorts. Ricky Gervais plays a dentist who dislikes people and avoids interaction at any cost. The first view is rather painful. Its sort of like watching a Mr. Bean episode for the first time. It’s much more enjoyable the second go round and will likely become a treasure for you. Don’t worry your blood pressure will eventually drop back into the normal range.
It’s not a movie on which to base your theology, but it is a sweet lesson in forgiveness and making people matter. I won’t summarize the whole movie or give anything away but there’s a scene in it where Ricky’s character (Dr. Pincus) is in his apartment lobby and keeps sneezing (if you watch it you’ll know why). He’s had a rattling day with people and his doorman keeps saying “bless you.” By the third or fourth sneeze he’s tired of being told “bless you” and says this gem of a line:
“Stop it … If I sneeze again, I’ll assume … Thank you. Just … I’m not very well. It’s not you. It’s a bit you.”
“It’s not you. It’s a bit you.” This line has been making me giggle all week. During finals I told my husband that I thought our girls were tired of me. I always feel this way at the end of each semester. They miss their daddy, and we’re all about to crawl out of our skin. He replied:
“Are you sure you’re not tired of them?”
It sounded so wretched out loud but I did need some space. Nothing grand just some alone time, OUTSIDE our apartment walls, to write and regroup and drink coffee. My friend Noel and I have often talked about how us moms are seldom content in this arena. We want alone time but often find ourselves missing our children when we get it. When Matt watched the girls this past week, so I could leave, I spent the first ten minutes at Starbucks looking at pictures of them. It had been a wretched day. I had wanted to lock myself in the bathroom … and maybe did for a few minutes. Once the dust settled however, I missed them. I wondered how their bath time went. I wondered if they were good for their daddy and cooperated when he brushed their teeth. I missed snuggles and that lovely post bath lavender smell. I pictured my husband tucking them into bed and wished I could have been a fly on the wall.
I think this is one of the many blessings the Lord gives. There are days and seasons that are so rough, but when little feet have stopped running about the house for the night, my outlook always changes. The love I have for them refills and overflows even more than before. I am so thankful for this. I am thankful for my children. I am thankful for my job, even though is often unglamorous and thankless. When I peek in on our girls at the end of the night my momma heart is full. I know what I do matters to the Lord and to my family, but its easy to lose perspective. I am thankful for a husband who knows I need out of the house, and who steps up to make that happen. Don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Happy Wednesdaying Y’all!
If you need a movie that is different from other typical romantic comedies, and has a warm heart, give Ghost Town a whirl. There are several scenes that are just priceless. Movie Note: This is not a film for children. There are two unnecessary F-words, as well as a couple inapropriate thematice conversations. See Plugged In’s review of it here for a broader understanding of what I mean.