The littles and I have been reading A Bear Called Paddington by Michael Bond. In anticipation of the movie, don’t you know.
Because I am THAT parent. The one who treks all over trying to find a copy of the original book. (Speak to me of the “movie adaptations,” and I may not be able to look at you the same way–or at all–ever again. #booksnob)
And the one who has us reading it BEFORE we go see the movie. After all, that’s what it says to do right there on the cover.
Finding the original was harder than I thought it would be. The on-line megastore was sold out; they said it would take weeks to deliver. Our local bookstore sold out every time a copy came in.
We finally saw one behind the cash register as we were checking out at the other bookstore in town, and no one had claimed it.
So we did.
We’ve been reading it a chapter at a time. We were all excited because there are only 8 chapters. We thought we could zip on through it. But the chapters are very long, so it’s taking us a little longer than we anticipated. We are enjoying our time reading aloud to each other though. In the car, at home–it’s an amusing story. And precious. I laughed out loud over the spelling of “Modom” when the store salesman snootily addressed Mrs. Brown. I could hear his tone perfectly.
Today it was my turn to read aloud. Poor Paddington. He was in quite a pickle. He just got this new overcoat that he was quite thrilled about, but when he bent over the hood covered up his face. Only he thought the lights had gone out. So he headed towards what he believed to be the door and wound up in the window display, knocking everything over. When he realized what had happened, he said, “Oh dear. I’m in trouble again.” He realized that some people, most likely a lot of people would be cross. And then he thought–
“People weren’t very good at having things explained to them,
and it was going to be difficult explaining how his duffle coat hood had fallen over his head.”*
Bless him. And he’s right, isn’t he?
How often do I jump to conclusions and start my ranting? Rarely taking the time to let someone explain…..
Over spilled cups, broken toys, things missing, unlocked doors, locked doors, things not picked up, assignments not done…..
Oh me, Paddington, I’m one of THOSE people.
And I’m sorry.
Tonight I’m thankful for time reading with my littles. I look forward to seeing the movie with them. I just hope we finish it in time. It seems like movies come and go so quickly from the theaters these days.
I’m also thankful for books published almost sixty years ago that still have important things to say to us today. I give thanks for the little bear with the hat that is his best so he doesn’t want a new one, and for my children’s innocent laughter over the things he says and does. (A bear who loves bacon and tucks it in his case to take along for the day? Who wouldn’t love him, right?)
Most of all, I am grateful for a little bear who touched my heart and softened it a bit today. I want to be the patient one so very badly. I want to be one who listens first and reacts second. I am afraid I have a long way to go though.
Wishing for us all a patient and listening heart and mind…..after all, hoods that fall over faces, that sort of thing could happen to anyone…..
Love to all.
*Love this story by Michael Bond, copyrighted 1958. To read more about it or order your own copy, click here.