For those of you who’ve followed my blog for a while, you would know that I’ve been struggling as a working mum for a couple of years. Yesterday evening, I got home at a reasonable hour and had dinner with my daughter, followed by half an hour of TV time. We watched her current favourite cartoon – Dumbo. For those of you who’re not familiar with this, it’s a heartwarming Disney cartoon which was released in 1941 and features an elephant with big ears who gets bullied because of this.
I haven’t been counting, but my two year old has probably seen Dumbo close to 10 times, to the point that I have memorised quite a few lines from the movie. Within the first 15 minutes or so, Dumbo’s mum gets locked up because she went on a rampage to defend Dumbo from being bullied. We continued watching until halfway through, when Dumbo gets to visit his mum who’s still locked up. They don’t get to see each other, but instead, Dumbo’s mum uses her trunk to caress and cradle Dumbo through the bars.
At this point, my two year old got very subdued and when I looked over, she was tearing up and trying not to cry. My daughter always tells me that she is Dumbo, and I’m ‘mummy elephant’. She was clearly feeling very sad for Dumbo but perhaps, also thinking of how she misses me when I’m not around. I hugged her and assured her that I’ll always be there for her. We were supposed to stop watching at this point because it was bath time, but my daughter insisted that she wants to watch ‘mummy elephant and baby elephant together’. So, I forwarded until the end when they get reunited.
Later that night, when I was putting her to bed, she looked at me and said ‘Mummy, don’t go to work’. Sigh……