Sensitive Little One

standard November 24, 2010 2 responses

Little L has always been my tough little cookie. Where C wears her heart and her emotions on her sleeve and her face, Little L is harder to read, harder to reach. C will bend over backwards to get approval and to feel like she’s pleasing those around her. Little L lives to please… herself.

I always assumed that her lack of need of external validation meant that she was tougher and less sensitive than her sister.

I’m slowly learning that I was wrong.

The other day, a rainy Saturday, we all huddled under a blanket to watch Up. Even if you haven’t seen the movie, you might have heard that it’s not the most uplifting flick out there. I have yet to meet a grown-up who’s been able to watch the opening scene dry-eyed.

Towards the end of the movie the main characters have to say goodbye to a friend and out of the blue, completely unexpectedly, Little L started wailing. Not just one quiet tear, but real, honest to goodness wails, with tears and sobs. She huddled in my arms and empathized with the movie characters.

I’m a movie crier. I just didn’t think little kids could be too. 

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  • I sobbed at the end of Toy Story 3 and my five-year old son said, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’m never going to college.” We’ve talked a lot since then about how he might like to go to college and I really will be fine, and so now he says, “Well, I’ll go to college here and you can still pick me up every day after school.”

    Thanks so much for this sweet and thought-provoking post! Stacey

  • Just wait til she starts crying from books!

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