Valya Dudycz Lupescu

Writer, fueled by coffee

It’s about time

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Very often, there are things that adults like, and things that children like. A great many of these remain separate; worlds that do not collide.

Some things bridge the worlds, things like chocolate, ghost stories, amusement parks, crayons, and puppies. I believe those things are magic because they rekindle, they reconnect, they remind.

The things that children and grown-ups love in common bridge the divide between childhood and adulthood. They exist in a liminal realm where anything is possible and all you need is a good book, or a day to play in the tall grass, or a story by the fire, or a show that transports you into a new world outside the universe.

This weekend our family watched Doctor Who together for the first time. The five of us piled onto the couch. The kids were deliciously scared by some bits and delighted by others. I could tell they felt privileged to watch a “grown-up show,” initiated into the late night television-watching typically reserved for their parents. I had almost as much fun observing their reactions as I did watching the fourth episode of this season.

“Do you know who wrote this episode?” I asked them before it began.

“Neil Gaiman,” my oldest answered. “I heard you talking about it. That’s why you’re letting us watch, isn’t it?”

I nodded. Then it began, and they were silent for the whole thing, hiding beneath the covers that stretched across our laps, peeking out when it was “safe.” My oldest is nearly 8 years-old and spent most of the episode like this:

She was squished up next to me, so I couldn’t get a proper picture, but you get the idea.

This episode was a love letter to the TARDIS, a new addition to the cosmology of the Doctor Who world, and (as Doctor Who should be) it was also an adventure: smart and snappy and delightfully creepy. It’s an episode that I would like to watch again to better catch echoes and allusions I missed the first time.

When it was over, the kids poked their heads up from the blanket and out from behind their hands. I asked them how they liked it. They nodded, serious and a bit frightened.

“We liked it,” they said cautiously. Solemnly. “The spaceship was so cool. Bigger on the inside.”

“Tell me more,” I urged.

*SPOILERS below…sort of*

“I was freaked out by the old guy in the hall and the bloody writing on the wall. Why did there have to be blood?” asked my son, aged 5 1/2.

“I didn’t like the running around the hallway parts,” answered my oldest (the nearly 8-year-old). “And I didn’t understand why they just didn’t hold hands. Then they would have been safe.”

“I didn’t like the door closing between them,” answered my 3-year-old, the Blueberry Girl. “It freaked me out,” she said, parroting her brother.

The conversation quickly turned to how my son would build his TARDIS and where they would travel if they met the Doctor. Then it was time for bed.

Only one of them had nightmares. They all want to watch Doctor Who again.

Like I said: Magic.

Author: Valya

Valya Dudycz Lupescu is the author of THE SILENCE OF TREES and STICKS & BONES, as well as the founding editor of CONCLAVE: A Journal of Character. Born and raised in Chicago, Valya received her degree in English at DePaul University and her MFA in Writing as part of the inaugural class at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Since receiving her MFA, Valya has worked as a college professor, obituary writer, content manager, internal communications specialist, co-producer of an independent feature film, and Goth cocktail waitress.

2 Comments

  1. Loved your narrative of what sounds to be a family tradition. Good for you, for allowing your children to be challenged and entertained. Sounds like a very rewarding evening for all.

  2. I bliveee that almost anything we do in life has to be connected to our emoitons in order for it to be truly ours. When I look back at things I remember (and I am certainly forgetting more all the time), the things that had a strong emotional tie, positive or negative, are the things I remember the most. Good luck on your future endeavors…..Marge (Nyquist) Mero.

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