Ramblings 3: What Being a Mother Can Do To You

Don't worry. This isn't just another movie post.
Has anyone seen this movie, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy? It is a very smart movie and you really have to think your way through it. I really liked it. However, as a mother, I absolutely hated, beyond words, the opening scene. If you haven't seen the movie and would like to, I don't believe I will be spoiling anything for you as I describe it. There is a scene in the beginning where a couple of men are meeting at an outside cafe in a narrow street in Hungary. Eventually someone pulls out a gun and starts shooting. Well, in this scene is a woman sitting at a table, peacefully breastfeeding her little baby, causing no harm to anyone. Be as it may, she is soon caught in the crossfire and takes a bullet to her head. Her poor poor little baby, maybe 2 months old, is still breastfeeding on her dead mother, completely unaware of what just happened. Who knows how long it will be before the baby is done and finds her mother unable to do more than just sit there, luckily still holding on so the baby doesn't fall to the floor. The cops soon come and take the baby away. This brought me to tears! I am not joking in the least. I instantly started crying as soon as the mother had been shot. Not just silent tears either. It was the kind of crying where it becomes hard to breathe and speak. I felt such sorrow for the poor little unknowing baby. I felt sorrow for the mother who would only be able to see her child growing from afar. I was heartbroken, devastated even. How could they do such a thing? What sick person thought of putting such an emotional, tragic event as this in a movie? This part of the scene didn't take center stage and others may not have noticed it. It wasn't relevant to the movie. It wasn't necessary to the scene. It wasn't detrimental to the storyline. Why did they do it?? I breastfeed my baby and couldn't help thinking what if that was me? What if that was Max lying there, never knowing, never understanding that his mother just died; still breastfeeding on her after her death. Ugh! Just thinking about it drives me nuts! Being a mother has caused me to be sensitive to things that others may not even notice. It has brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. As hard as it is to get out of bed so early every morning, there could be no other reason that makes me so happy to do so as seeing my little baby and cuddling him while I feed him. I am so grateful for this little boy that brings such added joy to my life. He means the world to me and I know I mean the word to him and I couldn't ask for anything more than that.