When I was little, I hated reading (still do for the most part), but this series of books by Beverly Cleary captured my attention and affection. I was Ramona, the mischevious, misunderstood little girl who was constantly getting into trouble. I read them repeatedly, so I was thrilled to find out they were making a movie of Ramona and Beezus and even more delighted that Victoria wanted to see it with me. All morning she kept me abreast of the time, constantly asking how much longer until we would leave to see the movie.
I expected this to be a nostalgic trip down memory lane, recalling moments from my own childhood. Instead, I saw my daughter in Ramona and not myself. She's the headstrong middle child constantly vying for attention and causing turmoil intentionally or unintentionally. Ramona made a comment in the movie basically stating that everyone loves Beezus because she makes straight A's and is popular, and everyone thinks the baby is so cute, even when she burps, but no one likes her. It broke my heart. There were a lot of touching, sappy moments, and I fell for every one, even shedding a few tears. I adored the movie as a mother of a middle child and as a former Ramona wannabe.
I can't say the movie exactly captured the attention of the 4yo, though. She proceeded to pace constantly, getting in and out of my lap, switching seats numerous times. She said she liked it, but I don't think she'll really get it until she's older. Until then, I'll enjoy my little Ramona and try to make sure this middle child knows she's just as special as everyone else.