the Switch

I'm smack dab in the middle of watching a great movie called "The Switch." It stars Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman. "Cassie" and "Wallie" are BFFs in their mid-30's who have gone past the dating scene and into the friends' stage. Of course Wallie is in love with Cassie but she has no idea (I'm so sure!) and neither does he. Blah blah blah...she finds a donor, throws a party, gets the turkey baster, and out pops Sabastian.
I was for sure this would be another J-Lo type flop (read post on other movie I wrote about but was so bad I can't remember at this point!) but a very special scene proved a production of tears and another layer of perspective pealed away on my nallipara journey. Sabastian (the son) collects picture frames but does so for the stock pictures that come with the frames. Odd? Yes! Touching. Yes! Once the story is revealed...
Sabastian collects the frames to tell the "story" of his family tree. He doesn't know who his dad is so he uses the pictures to fill in the blanks. His mother has told him that she couldn't wait for him to come so he found a very special person that would give her some seeds so she could plant him in her belly. Cute story to us adults but a tough pill to swallow for a kid who sees loving families all around him and wonders where the other half of his has gone.
How much of our pursuit of children is selfish? My answer: approx. 87% of it. We were not all promised children (If we were, please attach said document in the comments section). This scene showed me some possible repercussions of our "Pursuit of Happiness" in bearing children.
I will remind you that I am smack dab in the middle of this movie (and I'm about to start another cycle..wink, wink) so my emotions are running a bit on the high side. I did, however, think to myself that I should try to write as much as possible during these raw moments to see if any good can come of it. I think so!