war dance

I am trying to write this with my kid climbing all over me, pushing the keys and grabbing the mouse-it's driving me insane. I seem to be allowed about 4 minutes on the computer when my kid is at home before she decides I am so important to her survival and entertainment. Which is why I never can get anything done.
Yesterday we saw Pachssendale and it was a pretty good love/war story that leaves you feeling glad that you just have to watch war movies and not actually live them. Becasue I am the kind of mother who likes to scare the shit out of my kids, we rented a movie called WAR DANCE which is a lovely and sad documentary about kids in Northern Uganda-survivors of the LRA rebels-some of whom were child soldiers and their preparations to participate in a National dance competition representing their school. It is not graphic but the kids do offer some pretty gruesome images of war that my eleven year old had a hard time with-although she was compelled to the tv throughout the whole thing. I wanted her to know that war is just not a thing of the past, not just a thing of Iraq and Afghanistan and not just a thing for old men to talk about. Check out this movie-especially the scene where the kids get to go to the beach. If you don't smile with love and joy for these kids then you have no soul.