- Heather Edwards
- Baby of Mine
Baby of Mine
Dumbo, for me, is a very personal film. It's not just about an adorable baby elephant with a tough story. Instead, it embodies a vast body of emotions and experiences—from excited anticipation to fear, absolute joy to deepest sorrow, bullying and misinterpretation to faith in one's self, and separation to coming home again, among many. Baby of Mine is a painting that strives to capture just a slice of the emotions approached by Disney's stirring masterpiece.
As a mother myself, the scene upon the grassy hilltop under the light of the stars in which Dumbo is brought to his imprisoned mother is one of the most powerful, if not most endearing moments in the film. Yes, it breaks your heart to watch. They both have lost the thing they love most—each other. And yet, one cannot come away from that scene having not been lifted. Dumbo's arrival gives his mother hope. It is a mother's unconditional love that allows Dumbo a smile as he departs. In Baby of Mine, Dumbo and his mother are at that moment of “coming” and “going”, as we all are in our own lives to some degree or another. And as we realize that there are no absolutes in that transition, the transition becomes something of a growing point rather than a stumbling block—if we let it. Although Dumbo, from this moment forward, will traverse many difficult and discouraging experiences, he has the knowledge of his mother's love to carry him through and to give him courage. Truly, without this transition in Dumbo’s life, he could not have become who he was meant to be. It is through this that he gains his confidence, his understanding and even appreciation for individuals and groups with which he interacts, and ultimately, his ability to fly. To all of us, Dumbo is a beautiful example of perseverance through one’s trials to rise above and become more than what others (and perhaps we ourselves) believe we are worth achieving.
Looking past the surface of the imagery, I also got the feeling there was more to this scene than what initially meets the eye. In truth, the wagon in which Mrs. Jumbo is not originally intended for "mad" elephants. It was meant to bring into town the amazing pachyderms announced energetically by the ringmaster in the beginning. Yet after an unfortunate turn of events, it becomes instead a prison. This is evident in Baby of Mine. An illustrative circus poster dons the side of the wagon describing these amazing animals. When Mrs. Jumbo is incarcerated, a roughly written wooden placard is nailed over the top of it. When I watch this scene, I'm not only reminded of the unequivocal love that she has for her baby, but how, even in the midst of doing everything she believes to be right and true in defense of her child, she is labeled as "mad"—in essence, a failure, and a danger and stripped of any grandeur previously ascribed to her prior to the incident. Too often around us, misconceptions are accepted, fingers are pointed and labels are applied where once something was considered a wonder, something beautiful and to be cherished. Ideals are trampled, kindness and forgiveness are squashed and fear reigns in an appeal to the demands of the masses. The inherent nature and beauty in those ideals, in their purest, liberated forms never change. Indeed, they cannot change. They live on forever, in spite of being chained and caged by those who do not understand them. In fact, sometimes we even subvert the good in ourselves by accepting labels that others have solicited upon us. We need reminding on occasion, then, to peer beneath the labels, the false fronts and vindictive derogation to rediscover what is most valuable—the power and potential of what lies beneath. And this, here in Baby of Mine, is what speaks loudest in the tender embrace between mother and child.