I hope my siblings will forgive me.
It's just that we love Winnie the Pooh Movie around here. In fact, I think it's the best children's movie ever made. I do. I really do. It's funny, it's clever and most importantly, it's short.
As these things go, we adore the movie so much we watch it A LOT. And because I've seen it so many times I started to think about each character and why I love them. If you don't count Balloon, there are nine characters in Winnie the Pooh Movie and would you know it? There are nine siblings in my family.
But! Also! I can easily compare a character in this movie with each of my siblings. We are practically Pooh and Friends around here. Allow me to explain:
Steve is our Eeyore. Humble. Unassuming. Doesn't esteem sociability. Would send you a text with the general feeling of "thanks for noticin' me."
Matt is Tigger. Excitable. Likes action. Hunting. Pouncing. Teasing. Doesn't bounce, but talks with a booming voice. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
Page and Rabbit. Likes to lead. Likes to have a plan. Likes to be the voice of reason. Likes to take projects seriously. Also has a large garden in her backyard.
Christopher is our Winnie the Pooh. Uncritical. Undemanding. Unhurried. Easily adored by everyone who meets him. Likes honey.
Just kidding I don't know if he likes honey. But he used to like cheese.
Andrew is Roo. Angelic. Sweet-hearted. Cherished. Has a boyish style to him. Loves a good, safe, cozy spot preferably close to his mama (or wife, these days).
Me is Owl. Loud. Animated. Known to break into song. Likes to write (about myself, mostly) and think. Loves nothing more than to be right.
Jesse is our Christopher Robin because really, this is his life and we're just players in it. He's our family treasure. We're lucky he sometimes graces our silly, imaginary lives.
Ok. Really. (Although the above part isn't totally facetious...)
Beloved. Admired. Always accessible (except when he's at school: Back Soon!) and valued. It's always nice to have him around.
Stephanie is Kanga. The epic mother. Crafting and caring. She's compliant but only to a point. Doesn't like fuss or hassle. Would prefer if we didn't sing "YOU GET THE HONEY ENJOY!" after she cleverly knits Eeyore a new tail.
Lucy is Piglet. (Not just because she's the smallest.) Curious. Vivacious. Wonderfully anxious. And undeniably cute.
So, that's it. There we are. Please remember this is my opinion only. Maybe my siblings would disagree with me on these comparisons. But I think I'm pretty close and remember? I am always right.
See you next time in the Hundred Acre Wood.
this month I've decided to write a book while simultaneously breastfeeding my baby and battling the postpartum blues. should be a blast. stay tuned.