I became a mom for the first time in 1990 when my daughter Elisabeth was born. The following year Disney released its animated version of Beauty and the Beast.
As one might suppose, Elisabeth and I — and later my younger daughter Erin as well — watched that film on VHS dozens, if not hundreds of times over the following decade.
We were scared by the wolves.
We despised Gaston.
We wanted Belle's magnificent library for ourselves.
Before long, we knew the words to all the songs, so we sang along and sometimes even danced.
Years later, Elisabeth would play in the orchestra for her high school's production of the show.
Last night I got to revisit all those memories when my husband, our son, and I saw the new live-action adaptation of this "tale as old as time."
I loved every minute of it!
By the way, two retellings of this story that I enjoyed reading are Beauty by Robin McKinley and East by Edith Patton.