So the family and I went and saw The Lego Movie today– and I have one thing to say:
EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!
Seriously– how can you not love The Lego Movie? A perfect blend of earnestness and snark, how can you not love a movie that laughs at it’s own meta-ness, and teaches not only the joys of non-conformity but also the importance of understanding the directions?
It’s like this movie was made for me!
It also has the world’s best theme song. Ever.
See?
And the thing with me, is that I didn’t appreciate legos until I was a mom.
Of course, sometimes I appreciated that they were evil fucking building blocks of Satan– but that was usually at dark-thirty a.m. when I stepped on one in my bare feet. (BTW– the current curse of wishing that someone steps on a Lego, like, say, Jeff Davis, creator of Teen Wolf, is one of my favorite pop culture tropes right now. It has the perfect blend of diabolical evil and complete childhood innocence. I approve. Jeff Davis, step on a Lego!) But mostly, I appreciated Legos with Big T.
Big T could spend hours alone with his Legos. Hours. Very little of that time was spent building.
Most of that time was spent setting the figures up to interact.
He would put them in a saloon or a pirate ship or a space ship and then proceed to write mumbled, largely unintelligible dialog for his people, and then move them to another location.
Now that T wants to make movies, this behavior seems to be a precursor to that especially– but I was the one who spent my time coaching him through social situation after social situation as he grew up, and I know what he was really doing.
He was practicing.
He was practicing conversing in the magical thing called language that the gods had cursed him with as a barrier instead of gifted him with as a tool.
For Big T, those Lego guys were his trainers, his proxies, his coaches through the uncertain and treacherous terrain of the spoken word, of body language, of an honest exchange of ideas.
He loved them. He loved all the Lego aspects, but that one in particular.
Big T is working hard toward adulthood now. Although he’s twenty-one in actual age, he’s just now becoming more autonomous, but his progress is still pretty clear.
In his room he has a giant vat of Legos– ginormous– with the building blocks leftover from an entire childhood of our indulgence with his favorite world. Every now and then we ask him if he wants to give them to Zoomboy.
Not yet, he tells us, getting a little wobbly in the heavily furred chin. Not yet. He needs to cling to them a little longer. They make his new and continuous forays into adulthood a little more safe, just by sitting in his room.
That’s okay.
The entire message of the movie was that Legos get to be anything you need them to be.
Just like dreams.
