I love movies. I mean, really love movies. I prefer action and comedy, I’ve been known to watch a chick flick or two and I still love cartoons and animation. I’m dying for Despicable Me 2 and I want my own minions – I’m just saying.
Anyway, Mr. T and I went and watched The Hobbit the other day. It was awesome! I’m a big Sci Fi and Fantasy lover – and Mr. T has been good about indulging my Sci Fi addiction, but he was never really interested in Fantasy (apparently vampires don’t count, cause that dude loves the series Angel more than I do! When Christian Kane comes up in conversation, Mr. T doesn’t mention his latest series, Leverage, he always mentions Angel! Ladies, seriously, go Google Christian Kane… trust me!)
Squirrel!! We saw The Hobbit and it was awesome. When we left the theatre I suggested that we borrow the Lord of the Rings trilogy from his uncle and watch that. We did. Now, since Mr. T won’t indulge my Fantasy cravings (and boy, does that sound wrong!!) I’ve never seen these movies. We sat down on a Sunday night and made it through the first two, and finished up on Monday night with the third. I really enjoyed them.
Now, I have not searched this, refused to find any other blogs related to this, so if I’m covering old material and someone else has made this point, please forgive me. Also, I get that I should be talking about the book, but unlike The Hobbit, I’ve never read the Lord of the Ring books, so we have to go with the movie version.
I liked Frodo, and as the “main” character, I could see why people talked about him; however, I LOVED Sam, the best friend character played by Sean Astin. Sam was there, every step of the way, always treated Mr. Frodo with respect and never seemed to mind that Frodo was going to get all of the attention. Sam put up with tons of crap, from the other characters, from that Gollum and from Frodo himself. Towards the end of the third movie, he impressed me most. They are on the volcano and Frodo just can’t walk any further and Sam says “I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you”.
This resonated with me. I’m a big believer that everyone has their own journey, their path to walk and that I should be here to help them along the way. I’ve told my friends how pleased I am to be part of their journey and tried to be there for them during the flowers blooming stages and there when they stumbled and needed help over the uneven ground.
I’m not a patient person. Now, I will so very gladly admit that I am a lot more patient now than I was 15 years ago. Having a kid can do that to you. I have no choice but to slow down. To let him tie his own shoes, dress himself and figure things out on his own. But do I apply this to the rest of my life? As I was watching the movie, I was pissed at Sam. The end result is that the ring has to be destroyed (oh, oops, spoiler alert) and that is all that will save Middle Earth. So, when Frodo stumbled and fell, I could picture myself there, and seriously, I’m not sure that I would be as wise as Sam was. I wanted Sam to just grab the ring and go toss it in the fire. I mean, really, they’ve made it that far; the ring has to be destroyed. It’s a no-brainer. In the back of my brain, I understood what Sam was doing – he was letting Frodo walk his own path, continue his own journey – but my overwhelming feeling was for Sam to just get the ring and destroy it.
Instead, with much wisdom, Sam told Frodo “I can’t carry it, but I can carry you”. I hope that I can be the friend, mother, sister, aunt and daughter that will allow people to walk their own path and carry them when they can’t go on instead of getting frustrated and doing it for them. I hope that I can be the type of person that is okay standing in the background while others get the spotlight. I hope that I gain the wisdom to see and act as Sam did.
Of course, Frodo irritated me even further when he couldn’t go back to living his life again after that adventure and took off – but, that’s for another time.