And we come to what could be one of the most critical posts I ever write — dealing of course with the core issue every modern dad needs to address: Star Wars.
When Star Wars came out I was six years old, and near my home was a movie theatre that was attached to a Sears department store. My father told me we were going to Sears to look at lawnmowers. Instead, we walked right past the lawnmower department and into the movie theatre.
I was so excited that I threw up.
We stayed anyway, of course.
I did not throw up when Empire came out, although it took a few drives to the movie theatre before we could get in. I left the theatre feeling sad that Han seemed to be gone forever in his carbonite tomb — and what the heck was this whole thing about Vader being Luke’s father? I too believed it wasn’t possible.
Then Return of the Jedi came out — I dressed as an Ewok for halloween, and Princess Leia in her Jabba slave outfit put me in touch with my hetero side.
Today I am the proud owner of every Star Wars action figure that came out in the 80’s, including one that’s still in its case in prefect condition. Mom thought I might be interested in having something like that some day, so she bought one and stored it away — genius if you ask me.
Now VB is approaching the age at which I was first exposed to the ways of the Force. He knows most of the characters already, although he hasn’t seen the movie and rarely watches television (that’s the power of a peer group who does). Sharing the Star Wars experience with him is high on the “things to do to make fatherhood rock” list….But is 6 years old the right time? Can I wait any longer? And how to I explain the nightmare that is Jar Jar Binks?
Thankfully this group of Dads has brought this complex and challenging fatherhood issue to light. Thank goodness for viral Youtube-ness to frame the question:
Is 6 years old the proper age? Should I rent out a big theatre so he can see it in all its full glory? Do we include episodes 1-3 or not?