We’re just living in it. Imagine for a moment that the soundtrack to your family’s life is the Imperial March. Chess pieces are no longer chess pieces-they are the building blocks of a Droid army. Talking about school and daily activities during bathtime has been replaced with a neverending stream of battle tactics, Star Wars storylines, and especially details about how many hundred thousand million thousand (yes, you read that right) guards or troopers there are to defeat.
I wish I could express to you the level of attention, focus, and obsession that Elijah’s fixation with Star Wars has reached. We are doing nothing to stop it (and have even purchased father-son costumes, books, shirts, and other assorted paraphernalia to fan his Star Wars flame), but it is truly amazing how much of Elijah’s thoughts are devoted to this enduring cinematic phenomenon. I mean, when I was four I told my best bud to call me Princess Leia and not Marni (mostly because of hair envy). But my fleeting, superficial Star Wars love couldn’t hold a candle to my son’s.
The duties of a Star Wars fanatic are many:
May the Force Be With You!