I saw Where The Wild Things are this past weekend. Most of us in the theater were in our late twenties to late thirties, the generation first introduced to the Wild Things.
Some critics were harsh on the raw emotions shown by the film, raw emotions that are ugly and frightening. Raw emotions that are felt by children who experience the complete spectrum of emotions without perspective or filters, who experience them instantly and sometimes simultaneously.
It reminded me what it felt like to be a kid: fear, anger, love, joy, jealousy... all of those wonderfully full emotions that are experienced so fully and completely.
It also reminded me of the power of the imagination. I work in imagination. I create things from air; characters from nothing; fully fledged stories sparked from half formed ideas. The imagination of a child can completely take them somewhere - they create and destroy entire worlds in an afternoon.
I hope I can find a balance of encouraging my child's imagination while keeping an eye on the emotional roller coaster that is childhood - all the while letting my child fully experience it, never interfering but always available to nurture, guide and protect.