I heard on the Today Show this morning, while reading slices and trying to think about what to write today (I’m home on two glorious weeks of Fall Break), that it is the 30th anniversary of the movie E.T. It took me back in time…
We stood in line with lots of other excited moms, dads, and kids to get our tickets for the movie- a little family of three, mom, dad, and freckle-faced, red-headed seven year old. Except really, we were foster parents and foster child. The little red-head was just a little more excited than most, you could see if you observed closely. Simple family outings had not been the norm in her life.
Tickets in hand, we entered the theater. “Can we get popcorn?”
“Wouldn’t be a movie without it!” answered kid-at-heart dad. He came back from the concession stand balancing the largest bucket of popcorn and three Cokes, and we debated where the best seats were, then settled in. Little did we know what an emotional journey we were embarking on.
We laughed, we held our breath, we cried- yes, we all cried (even dad). Leaving the theater the little red-head said in a quivering voice, “I”m just like E.T.” and I brushed a tear from her freckled cheek as we huddled together in a three-way hug.
Thirty years later, it’s been nearly that long since I touched that little cheek… wish you could phone home, E.T.
(for more of this story, see The Tiger)