Tangled: Hope long awaited

The other night for our date, Galen and I went to see Tangled.  We hardly ever go to movies, but the sweet happily ever after princess movie in 3D just seemed impossible for us not to go.  Well, me anyways.  Like many fairy tales twisted with the Disney spin, the fair maiden was born with magical power, stolen as a child, locked in a tower, raised by another woman, is mistakenly found, escapes the tower and is reunited with her real parents... and of course, lives happily ever after.  Not with Prince Charming though, a former thief.

Anyway, not the point. So this blog isn't to be a critique on the movie, however, it was very enjoyable and the music was good. This blog is intended to reveal the message I got from it.  At the end of the movie, when Rapunzel is finally reunited with her royal parents, there is a moment where they stare at each other in a surreal sort of way.  After a few seconds, mother and daughter hug and dad quickly joins in.  There is weeping and smiles.  Except it wasn't just the cartoon characters who were weeping.  I was a red hot weeping mess.

Last week, after going to a friends candle party, I met a woman and I was talking to her about my miscarriage.  She shared with me a story about a boy who died.  He had appendicitis and died.  Fortunately, he was able to be revived.  After coming back to, the little boy was able to tell his parents what he had seen.  He met poppy (a beloved relative in which the child never met on Earth).  The other surprising revelation was that when he came back he asked his parents if they knew that he had a sister.  He said that he had met her and she had told him that she had to leave when she was in her mommy's womb.

If I haven't explained myself clearly enough, let me do that now.  I feel in some ways that my baby was taken from me. And I know where my child is currently, not wandering in space, not stolen, nor locked up in a tower somewhere, but in Heaven.  Anyway, what hit me was seeing Rapunzel reunite with her parents.  I realized, in such a transparent way, that I too would be reunited with my child.  Maybe tomorrow, maybe 50 years from now.

Watching that movie really reassured me and I continued to realize that I can have hope.  Not only hope to go to Heaven some day, but hope to see my baby and get to know him/her.  This revelation became so obvious and real to me that that is the reason I sat there and cried.  I am so thankful for that hope, without it, I don't know how I could heal.