I’m not saying that it happens to everyone.
It’s just that shut down syndrome seems to be very real. And it hits most people sometime on their way to adulthood. Last night I saw it crystal clear — the true free fall of emotions before shut down syndrome kicks in.
G and I were watching Charlotte’s Web. The sweet tale of a friendship between Wilbur the pig and Charlotte, the spider. The movie moved along with all its child friendly attributes. Until we got to the part — the so sad second when dear Charlotte dies.
G lost it. She went totally hysterical, overwhelmed with sorrow.
Okay, let me just say that my daughter is definitely known to drag out her moment. She easily carries on with the tears well after we’ve solved her situation (ordering band-aids by the bulk is a huge help in these times). But this was different. It wasn’t a little boo-boo that brought the tears. It was real, earned sadness with a touch of true melancholy to fuel the fire.
And I couldn’t be more proud! My almost 5 year old baby is in touch. She’s connected to her soul. She allowed her feelings to move freely. By the end of the movie she’d found her calm. Cleansed by emotion. And ready for bed.
Wow — when was the last time I let it go like that? If only it could be so simple…