Walt Disney Hated His Mother......Or Did He?

When it comes to most Disney animated movies, has anyone else ever noticed the disturbing trend that the mother figures are either portrayed in a negative fashion or are DEAD? I have noticed this for awhile now and it seems to have ALWAYS been like this and still is today. To start, let’s go through some of the early classics:

Cinderella – Mother dead, evil stepmother

Snow White – Ditto

Sleeping Beauty – Ditto

Bambi – Mother shot dead by hunter

Dumbo – Mother chained up and taken away saying she was crazy

Pinocchio – Father, but no mother

Who doesn’t tear up a bit when see Bambi running through the forest as you hear the shotgun blast or when Dumbo's mother is locked up but she can still offer her little Dumbo some kind motherly love and and affection in her own way.

Now, the trend continues with some of the newer classics:

Beauty and the Beast – No mother even mentioned

The Little Mermaid – Ditto

Pocahontas – Ditto

Aladdin – Jasmine, ditto, and Aladdin is an orphan

Mulan – Grandmother, but no mother

Finding Nemo – Mother and “siblings” eaten

There are a few exceptions as well. In some cases, the fathers are JUST as easy of a target:

The Lion King – Father killed

Toy Story 1-3 – No father ever mentioned

The Jungle Book – Mogley is orphaned and raised by jungle animals

Tarzan – Ditto

Lilo and Stitch – Orphaned

Yup, even Mufasa didn't make it.

Pretty messed up when you think about it, isn’t it? I should mention that Lady and the Tramp and 101 Dalmatians feature both parents, human and animal, alive and well, but they truly are in the minority.

Several comments that were left on this blog when I posted it on another site led me to further investigate what Walt Disney's relationship with his mother was really like and I was quite surprised with what I found out.

For his parents, Flora and Elias Disney’s, golden wedding anniversary, Walt bought them a new house in Toluca Lake, CA. They loved the house but the furnance wasn’t very good and Walt’s mother complained about the fumes from it. So Walt had some of his studio workers (although there are stories that Walt did it himself but it could never be proved) replace the old furnace with a new gas furnace. On the night of November 26, 1938, Elias found Flora passed out on the bathroom floor and soon passed out himself trying to help her. The next morning, their maid arrived at the home and found the both of them. Flora was already dead but Elias and the maid recovered in the hospital. Police attributed the tragedy to a faulty connection in the gas furnace which had been on all night.  And Walt was never able to get over it.

So Walt didn’t HATE his mother…..he blamed himself for her death. Is it any wonder Walt had mother issues?


Here is a picture of Walt with his mother, Flora.

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And So I Wait

AND SO I WAIT

It seems I have spent most of my life waiting. Waiting for someone. Waiting for something. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for approval. Waiting for love. I suppose we all have, to some extent. We spend an average of 3-5 years of our lives just waiting, in the doctor’s office, in the line in stores, etc. But I have realized something. If you wait too long for things, your life starts to pass you by. Life is a precious gift and so is time, neither of which should be wasted, so I ask myself then why have I, throughout my life, allowed myself to waste precious time just waiting? Good things might come to those

who wait….but shouldn’t there be some kind of limit to just how much waiting you have to do?

When I was a kid I waited for simple things, like for Christmas, for my favorite TV show to come on, for the one night a week that I could stay up late, for my birthday to come so I could get that Barbie doll that I wanted so badly,  for summer vacation to come, and I waited for the circus to come to town (even though I hate clowns). In the innocence of childhood we wait for such basic and sweet things and because our concept of time at that age is that it is never ending, we feel like these waiting periods are eternities when in actuality they might just be a few hours or days. But as we grow up we start to embrace the true concept of just what time is and it’s value, and how it can easily just slip past us if we let it.

As I grew into a teenager and a young adult, I still found myself waiting but this time it was for bigger things. I was an overweight, ugly duckling of a teenager and a young adult. This was a very sad and lonely time for me, a hopeless time for me, if you want to put it that way. A time that I spent waiting. Waiting to have someone notice me. Waiting (and hoping) someone would take a look at what was lying just beneath the surface of my appearance. Waiting for the day to come that I might not hurt as much inside as I did.  Waiting for the day that I didn’t hate what I saw everytime I looked in the mirror. Waiting for the day that maybe I would be cut a break and I would be given the chance for my outside to reflect what was inside of my heart and soul. Waiting for the loneliness to end. Waiting for a life that I only daydreamed about and wondering if it would ever happen. Then one day, my waiting paid off. As time often does, it wove it’s tapestry ever so slowly and carefully and then FINALLY my waiting was over, at least as far as my appearance went. But with most things, there came a catch with it……more waiting of a different kind this time.

Now my waiting took on yet ANOTHER dimension. Now I waited for someone to ask me out. I waited for someone to call me. I waited for someone to notice me for more than not just how I looked like on the outside but for how I was on the inside, too, (now there was a twist). I waited (and wished) for someone to tell me I was beautiful. I waited (and wished) for someone to tell me that they loved me. I waited (and wished) for someone….. to just want me. Well eventually my waiting actually paid off for this as well, and I finally had someone to call my own. Now was the time for a relationship, or relationships, to enter my life from these years on forward……but they were to bring me yet more waiting.

Now I wait for appreciation and recognition of the love, care and thoughtfulness that I give freely and willingly. I wait to hear that someone could not imagine a life without me by their side as their partner forever. I wait to perhaps be deemed “worthy” one day for someone to want to make a lifetime commitment to me to ensure this happens. I wait for someone to want to hold my hand through the sunset of our years together and promise to never let it, or me, go. I wait for a future that I have absolutely no clue of what I’m in store for.

And so I just wait…..and wait…..and wait. But you know something?

SCREW THIS!

Through all these years of what seems like endless waiting I have AT LAST realized something. The only one who wont make me wait for any of these things anymore is one person and one person only…..ME. I am the only one that I know I can depend on 100%.  Love for myself is a love I can rely on, one that I have neglected for FAR too long, one that is always appreciated and reciprocated, and one that wont make me wait.  This is a VERY new concept for me and one that I think will take some time for me to try and get used to but you know what? I think I’m worth it. I’ve grown tired and weary from all of the waiting.

And so now I will wait…for my life and my own happiness……no more.

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