Elisabeth Kübler-Ross identifies four stages of grieving.
Denial, Anger, Bargaining and Acceptance. I see a fifth stage: Pre-grieving.
Belladonna is pre-grieving the end of High School. She knows that there are some friends who she will never see after June. In fact, there is a chance that one or two kids might die this summer.
Different kids pre-grieve in different ways.
Some kids act as if their senior year was a credit card that expires June 1...and the balance does not roll over. Perhaps they are reveling in the last bit of their life when they will not be held accountable. Perhaps they won't be held accountable to the laws of Man. But they forget that they will will be held to the laws of Physics, Biology and Epidemiology.
Stress does not create character. It reveals it.
It takes energy to maintain a facade. Stress drains our energy so we let the facades slip. Facades are dead weight. Needless overhead.
Pre-grieving is a time of stress, a time when the artificial is stripped away and we get to look in and see what the core is made of.
I am pleased to report that Belladonna is beautiful to the core.
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| Purchased from Hastay's greenhouse. Three primrose plants and a basket for less than $30. |
One of her buddies has a birthday today. Bella likes their family almost as much as she likes her friend. She spent many a "sleep-over" at their house. Soon Bella and her friend will be going to different Universities.
Belladonna bought her some flowers for her birthday. She picked up a basket of primroses. Her buddy's mom is quite the gardener and in April her buddy's mom can plant the primroses in her garden where they will re-bloom every May. BAM! Two gifts for the price of one.
Very nice, and an interesting take on what's going on... Never thought of it that way.
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ReplyDeleteEven though it's been awhile (ok, a LONG while), I quite clearly remember some of my classmates going off the deep end during our senior year. Wild behavior, grades dropping, and much vocalizing about how "it will never be like this again". Senioritis, my mother called it. Brought out the worst in many of us. Pleased to report that I survived high school with only a mild case of Senioritis (I got a B on my report card for the first time ever and I dated a fellow that my dad didn't entirely approve of). Sounds like your girl has things well in hand!
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