However, I was about fourteen when T2 came out. Now, kids talk, so I had a general idea what the original movie was about. I could even quote a few of the lines that had made it into pop culture. So I was all gung-ho about T2. I think, by this point, my mother had given up on trying to protect my impressionable young mind.
I can’t remember if I saw T2 in the theater, or waited until it came out on VHS. (yeah, that dates me a bit) I do remember being wowed by the special effects, and that my father loved them too. Even now, when I watch it again (it’s one of my comfort movies), I always have to think that my dad loved it.
I also remember wanting to BE Sarah Connor. Like I had wanted nothing before in my life. She was strong. She was decisive. She was fiercely protective of her child. She wasn’t scared of anything. There was no softness to her, no apologies, no hesitations. She got the job DONE.
I wanted to be that, so very badly. To have that much knowledge of the world, to be prepared for any situation that might come up. To just not be scared. I taught myself archery, herbal lore, field medicine. Never could handle the noises guns make, so I skipped that part, but at one time I was wicked with a throwing knife and a hatchet. I was ready for it, if the time ever came. I didn’t know what IT was, but dammit, I was ready.
Later, as I grew up, I came to understand more of the subtleties of the character. I mean really, no way around it, she was batshit crazy. Sure, her delusions weren’t actually delusions, they were true, but that foreknowledge had taken a toll on her mind. She struggled with day to day life, trying to connect the reality she lived in with the one that everyone else saw.
More than anything, I took away that she wasn’t perfect. She made mistakes. I found some comfort in the fact that she probably wasn’t going to win Mother of the Year, but she could probably come in a close runner-up. She loved her son with everything she had, and she tried desperately to prepare him for the worst possible scenarios. It was the only thing she (or anyone) could do.
I have tried to do the same with my own daughter. No, not training her to lead the rebellion after a robot apocalypse (though, I bet she could). Just to be prepared for whatever the world might throw at her. I try to challenge her mind, asking her to think over questions and situations she may never actually have to confront. I try to challenge her body, making sure she is strong and healthy and capable of taking care of herself. I’m not training her to be a prophesied world leader, but her generation will someday have to run this world, and at least one of them should have a vague idea about what they’re doing.
I’m not sure if I ever became Sarah Connor. Probably not. I did let go of some of my more militant habits (if I try to throw a knife at you now, I'm more likely to injure myself than you). Put on a few pounds more than she would probably have approved of. But I like to think that she’d have agreed with how I’ve raised my child. I guess only time will tell if I’ve done her justice.
