Newborn Benjamin is immediately embraced by Queenie, the primary caregiver at the old folks’ home; she informs the residents that he is her sister’s child who has only one deformity: he’s white. What this humorous explanation of Benjamin’s origin calls attention to is how real caretaking bridges gaps—between black and white, young and old, man and woman. At first—and finally—Benjamin is naturally the recipient of others’ care. However, in the middle of the film, it is Benjamin who provides the perfect model of caregiving. When he forgives the father who left him in order to care for him before he dies, Benjamin truly earns the last name of Button: he is one who, like the small, round clothing fasteners his father produces, connects.
But the most remarkable instance of caretaking is always the one that occurs at the end. When Benjamin is physically a five-year-old, he develops dementia. Daisy, the love of his life, now an old woman herself, returns to nurture him through his infancy as he gradually forgets how to walk, how to talk, how to eat, and how to recognize those that love him.
If we all aged like Benjamin, becoming babies again before we died, would we be easier to care for? No one expects an infant to recite poetry or run the mile or remember the events of the previous day. After only three hours, we ourselves are likely to forget the ultimate lesson revealed at the beginning of the film: attentiveness, presence, and compassion are just as important to those who inhabit aged or aging bodies as they are to the newly born. At both stages of life, we cannot survive emotionally or physically without extensive care. As Daisy illustrates at the end of the film, to take care of another human being—as he is either entering or exiting this world—is the greatest act of love there is.
Kim Bell
English Teacher
Lake Forest Academy