Little Women

Today I watched one of my absolute favorite movies, Little Women. As soon as my dear friend Tara and I put it into the dvd player, and the title screen music came on, I felt like crying. This is a movie that my mom and I have been watching every year, around the time that winter is starting, for as long as I can remember. There's something about the 5 March women that make me think that I was definitely born in the wrong era. Little Women takes place in Concord Massachusetts, which is already one of my very favorite places in this country, during the time of the transcendentalists. There is so much depth to the story and so much literature. The beauty of this story is the March family. They are 4 sisters, with their strong and courageous "marmee" and a father off at war. They are so close and care for each other deeply. Jo, the main character, is someone who I idolize. Even in this time, a time when women were inferior, just barely gaining suffrage, Jo cannot settle for anything less than following her dreams of becoming a writer. It's an inspiring story that makes me feel guilty for not taking advantage of the era that I live in, and the freedom and ability I have to do whatever my heart desires. I think I connect deeply with this story for a few reasons. First of all, family. My family is more important to me than just about anything on this earth. Secondly, literature: words and writing have such a valued place in the heart of the characters. Also, the way people treated each other, and the way you behaved. (I even love the dresses they wore). What to others may seem like a boring movie, or a dull, ordinary story, moves me deeply; and wakes something inside of me. Something that needs to remind her family how much they are loved. Something that needs to look at the world around her as a vessel full of opportunity. And something that needs to write, to get her words out, whatever they may be.