We watched Kiki's Delivery Service tonight. It's a sweet, sweet movie about a 13-year-old witch who leaves home to live on her own during her one-year witch-in-training period. Because, ya know -- that's what witches do (I guess).
Simone asked a LOT of questions during the scenes showing Kiki preparing to leave and saying goodbye to her family and friends. "Why is she leaving her Mommy and Daddy? Where is she going? Is she going to come back home?" These questions made me feel good -- like she still needs me, even though she's a big Kindergartner now.
The very next scene shows Kiki happily flying away on her mom's broom to become an independent young witch. Simone stood on the couch on her imaginary broom and said "Mommy, I want to try THAT!" I smiled, thinking she wanted to fly around on a broom (because wouldn't that be a blast?).
But no. All of my pumpkinhead's angst about Kiki's departure from all that is familiar had disappeared.
She continued her thought: "I want to leave my home when I'm 13 and learn how to be a witch!"
I tried to appeal to her earlier fears about Kiki leaving home. I told her that I would miss her, and reminded her that she is not, in fact, a witch in need of training. She looked at me with pity and said "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll come back home when I'm finished."
I'm not really liking this growing up business.