This past weekend, while watching “Frozen” with Lily and a few of her friends, I sat in the darkened theater, hoping against hope that the “act of true love” needed to save the story’s spunky heroine would involve the young woman’s long-estranged sister instead of the male lead.
Well, wonder of wonders, folks. It DID. And I couldn’t have been happier.
Not just because “Frozen”’s creators deliberately chose to forgo the tired, predictable Prince Charming paradigm; but also because I’m currently doing my damnedest to cultivate a positive, enduring sense of closeness between my two young daughters.
And every narrative that underlines the idea that siblings matter, and are to be treasured, subtly advocates for my cause. Continue reading