My husband and I watched the movie “Secret Life of Bees” a couple of nights ago.  It is, of course, based on Sue Monk Kidd’s novel.  We had seen it about four years ago when it was first released, but I did not have a clear memory of it.  I don’t recall being particularly taken with the movie then – or especially moved by it.  This time I was crying through a lot of the second half of the movie and sobbed for quite awhile after the movie was over.  I really, really identified with Lily, the 14 year old “star” of the movie – when she said that she had a large hole in her where her mother was supposed to be.  If only I could have been as wise as Lily when I was 14 years old.  And, if only I could have found loving substitute mothers-  as Lily fortunately did.  It appears that I’ve changed a lot in the past four years.  At least I’m crying now and recognizing my own grief and am less numb.  Again – if only I had been wiser at a younger age!  Evidently that was not possible…

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