My parents took me to see it in the theatre, under the impression that it would be appropriate for a seven-year-old. Princess Mombi's macabre wardrobe of disembodied heads; the psychopathic laughter of the wheelers, with all four limbs ending in squeaky wheels; Nicol Williamson's sinister, vicious Nome King all are permanent fixtures in my unconscious hall of famous terrors. And Fairuza Balk's Dorothy is eerie to match, a perfect uncanny heroine for a truly twisted children's film.
Somewhere in the process of parenting, you begin to see your younger self in your child-and you are forced to face the parts of yourself you have either buried or never fully understood. I started noticing this mirror effect when my daughter became a teenager. Suddenly, her behavior-makeup, boyfriend, confidence -was triggering emotions I did not expect.
There are all kinds of things we could murmur to our brains to soothe the fear of being judged. You could point out that almost nobody is looking at you; mostly people are too wrapped up in themselves. You could point out that you already know you're competent from how you rise to occasions at work; there probably isn't much to mock about you. You can pat and soothe your brain with evidence that the thing it's afraid of is very, very unlikely.
I guess we probably all do, right? Especially at this stage in my life - a grown-ass woman with a tween and a teen who have the drama thing on lock in our house - I try to be pretty proactive about protecting my peace. And yet, somehow, chaos seems to find me. Or could it be that I'm subconsciously seeking it out?
The play, onstage at Southeast Portland's 21ten Theatre, takes place in the orchard of Lissie and Roger's childhood home in rural Oregon, which they fled as teens 25 years before. Returning for their father's funeral, Lissie (Paulina Jaeger-Rosete) is visited by Billy (Michael Heidingsfelder), someone she briefly knew in high school. When Billy offers to buy the property, memories of her painful childhood come back to her.
Marriage is beautiful, but parenting is one of its greatest assignments. Unfortunately, many adults today are damaged not by demons or destiny, but by the parenting style they were exposed to. As a marriage counselor, I've seen husbands and wives still bleeding from childhood, raising their own kids with inherited pain.Dear parents, parenting is a ministry. We must be careful not to produce well-fed children with empty souls. Below are 10 parenting styles that may look normal today, yet they produce broken adults tomorrow.
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