“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are alseep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of site. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”
-J.M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy
Harry and I have been reading Peter Pan. I use it as a way to expose him to new words, and to entertain whilst doing so. Believe it or not, I’ve actually never read the story of Peter Pan, though I’ve seen it done in so many different movies (my favorite being Finding Neverland. Have you seen it? Amazing.). It’s amazing how, with the birth of my first son, my perspective has changed. I no longer relate to the children of the stories, which, up until age 26, I did. I now see the love, affection, heartache, of the mother. In all stories.
This passage struck a cord with me. I have many hats, but my favorite one to wear, and the most important, is Mum. Everything I do is hopefully for the best when it comes to Harry. At least that is my intention. And so watching Mrs. Darling tidy up Wendy, John, and Michael’s minds is where I find myself in these books. I see bits of Harry in John, Michael, the lost boys, even Peter Pan. But I find myself when Mrs. Darling is tidying her babies minds at the end of the day, with her sweet mocking mouth keeping that elusive kiss in the right hand corner.