The prompt is about doing something you didn’t care to do simply because you cared about the person who invited you.
I’m going to flip this a little bit and write about the last time I attended a movie in the theater with my mother.
Mom enjoyed movies either in the theater or at home and found it was a great way to get to spend time with her grandkids, particularly her older grandkids.
At some point in the late summer, after enduring two painful lung procedures that stopped the fluid from compressing her lungs and signed up with hospice and actually started feeling better for a couple of months, mom wanted to go to a show with my youngest, Kyle. I took the afternoon off work and she let Kyle pick the show.
Guardians of the Galaxy.
And nothing could have prepared any of us for the opening scene:
But aside from being gut-punched up close and personal at the beginning, my real takeaway was learning from my mother how to be a great grandmother.
This film wasn’t on my radar to see and I’m quite sure it wasn’t on my mother’s. But that’s what Kyle wanted to see and so we went. And we had a great time. Once we got past through the heart-wrenching opening scene, we laughed and hung on for the ride.
It was a beautiful “last” memory that I think of fondly not just because we had a good time, but because I will remember to spend time with people I love doing what they want to do, even if it’s not what I would have chosen.
I’m forever grateful.
[Day 112 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]