“Dear Baby, I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
From the movie, Waitress.
My husband and I first saw this movie together while cuddled up on the sofa in our old townhouse,
the first place we’d ever lived together.
Well, the first place we officially lived together, that is.
This movie made me cry,
and made me think about motherhood,
years before I would actually experience it, firsthand.
There are so many movie about parenthood,
mothers and daughters.
But, at the moment, I keep coming back to Waitress,
especially as I sing my daughter to sleep,
dreaming up new soulful lullabies to share with her each day.
Waitress is evocative and sensual, as you can feel and smell and taste and love right along with the characters.
And seriously, who doesn’t get choked up when Jenna sings, “Baby don’t you cry, gonna make a pie, gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle/Baby don’t be blue, gonna make for you, gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle/Gonna make a pie from heaven above, gonna be filled with strawberry love/Baby don’t you cry, gonna make a pie, and hold you forever in the middle of my heart.”
Now this, for me, is a movie with heart,
served with some whipped cream and mommyhood on top.