Where the Wild Things Are

I watched this movie with the expectation that it would be a cute kids' story. Its based on a children's book, after all. How serious could it be? This movie was so physical. So emotional. So serious and silly and real. It reminded me of the strong emotions that kids we all have, how they we don't always have the tools to face those emotions and how overwhelming their our feelings can be. It was so simple, at times. I'm ANGRY! I'll destroy things! I'll stomp and hit and roar and run away! And so complicated. You have other friends. What about me? You hurt me and you're not listening, what about my feelings? I felt overwhelmed and sad and triumphant watching Max's story. I was reminded to be silly more. To run and chase and roar. So the kids and I played "Wild Rumpus," taken straight from the movie.

The king stood up on the tallest landmark and shouted, "Let the wild rumpus start!" Then we chased around and roared and howled. And laughed and laughed and laughed! I need to do that A LOT more often. A. LOT. Let's all run and roar and howl more often. Its FUN!