A few weeks ago, we had some friends over for dinner when WonderGirl came running to us, screaming bloody murder. It sounded like she’d cut an appendage off - it was a terrifyingly honest scream. My reaction? I turned around and yelled at the husband and our guest to tell me what was bleeding. I couldn’t look - I just couldn’t. Once someone got it out of her that she was hysterical because she’d swallowed a penny, only then could I look. It’s not insensitivity - it’s just how I’m wired.
That’s pretty much why I was dreading July 15th and the last premiere of a Harry Potter movie. Yes, I’m a grown woman, but I’ve had something Potter-related to look forward to for over 10 years. Heck, I went to the midnight showing of the first movie and a few others after that. This has been a constant. And now a not?? How on earth can I handle that??
So, I waited… the 15th came and went… the world didn’t end. And I relaxed. I’m not hysterical anymore - and great thing about it is, we finally get to see a movie and NOT have it left unresolved - after all these years, resolution!! Woohoo!! So I reread it the other day and I’m ready. I’m going to bawl my face off, but I’m ready.