Basically it is about a Soap Star and her nemisis on the show and how the nemisis tries super hard to take the star down using every tactic from bringing back her Ex-Husband to trying to get her written off the show and nothing seems to work.
Anyway, lately, a particular scene from that movie has been coming to mind.
Specifically, the scene where the soap star, played by Sally Field, is feeling particularly vunerable so her friend, and writer of the show, played by Whoopie Goldberg, takes her to a nearby mall...
...where the two of them pretend not to know each other and Whoopie's character "recognises" her (rather loudly) while on the escalator in the middle of the mall...
...thereby causing a great commotion as all of the women in the mall are (of course) not only soap opera watchers but HUGE fans of Sally Field's character and they all swarm her for autographs and consequently boost her wavering self esteem.
::Sigh:: Oh how I love the classics.
Anyway, things have been pretty good around here as far as Little G is concerned and we have been having some great days since the teething has ended (for now). But I still find myself doubting my abilities as a parent and falling into funks where I deem myself the worst, most impatient parent on the planet, mostly due to his recent habit of pinching and biting me when ever I am carrying him somewhere and my inability to not take it personally nor not get angry with him.
But yesterday, while we were at the grocery store the most lovely thing happened to boost my mood and make me feel sooooo much better.
Multiple times while wandering the aisles we were stopped to be told how incredibly cute Little G is and what a wonderful, happy baby he is.
Little G has always been a happy, social baby; easily going to other people and smiling at them. In the grocery store he will stare at every person who goes by to the extent of whipping his whole body around in the cart just so he can flash a devestatingly cute, dimpled smile at whomever his 'victim' is. I have seen him get a smile out of the angriest looking people; it truly is a gift.
And the people just eat it up. The compliments the toss in our direction, the attention the give us...it's like CRACK for an extrovert like me.
Now, I'm not going to go stage a grocery outing every time I am feeling blue as a parent. But as long as this pinching, whining, biting phase is around, I figure there's no harm in looking forward to reaping the rewards of grocery shopping, right?