Watched Arrival tonight and I’m taking in the sadness of that film. It’s pretty heart-breaking and I’m curious about the short story. The movie is centered on Louise’s daughter and her death. The nonlinearness of the movie reminds me of something my two-year-old says. She says, “When I’m big and you’re little, I held you. I held you so tight. And I hold Mommy and when Grandma is little we all run.”
The first time she said something like this it struck me. There was something so beautiful and so sad in this idea. We’ll never be little children for her to play with or take care of. Time doesn’t allow us this flexibility of experience. We go forward. We move from today to tomorrow. Oh, to be a child and in your arms again.