**Possible spoilers ahead
Disney’s “Tangled” is one of my favorite movies. I remember, when it originally came out, that I resisted the movie because it wasn’t like the “classic” ones that I hold so dear to my heart; “The Little Mermaid,” “Sleeping Beauty,” “Beauty and the Beast,” etc.
However, when I finally saw the movie, I instantly fell in love with it.
Who doesn’t have a weird crush on the fictional cartoon character, Flynn Rider?!
I’ve seen the movie several times and each time I cry at the end.
“You were my new dream.”
Cue the flood of tears, even though I know the movie has a happy ending.
“Tangled” is unique in the fact that the main character has BOTH of her parents. Usually in these Disney movies, one or both of the parents is dead.
The movie centers around Rapunzel, who was kidnapped by a woman. The woman uses Rapunzel’s magical hair powers to stay young.
For 18 years, Rapunzel lives in isolation inside a tower with her “mother”.
Every year on Rapunzel’s birthday, her parents and their entire kingdom, fill the sky with floating lanterns.
There is a scene in the movie where Rapunzel’s parents, who have aged over the 18 years without her, prepare to release their lantern to mark yet another one of her birthdays.
Rapunzel’s father sheds a tear while her mother wipes it away.
He takes a deep breath, and they look at each other with sadness in their eyes.
Recently, while watching the movie with my twin 20-month-old daughters, I started bawling as the above scene played out.
It is a quick scene, most likely something that may not stick with the average viewer, but as a bereaved parent, it struck me to my core.
I am those parents.
I know the ache in their heart for the child that they lost.
Just like these fictional parents in “Tangled,” I also celebrate my son’s birthday with a yearly tradition.
Here was her father, 18 years later, still devastated over the loss of his daughter, still shedding tears for his little girl.
Here I am, over three years later, still devasted over the loss of Asher, shedding tears (regularly) for my little boy.
This scene perfectly encapsulates the pain of a grieving parent.
It shows that the passing of time doesn’t take away the sting of losing a child.
It demonstrates one of the ways bereaved parents continue to honor their children by creating traditions to do each year on their birthdays.
I don’t think I’ve seen the movie in its entirety in the three years since losing Asher.
Seeing it again as a bereaved parent, and seeing how beautifully the pain I carry with me daily is conveyed, made me love the movie even more.
Amy Lied is a wife and a mother to her son, Asher, who was inexplicably born still on February 19th, 2017 and twin daughters. Before losing Asher, she suffered a miscarriage and struggled with unexplained infertility. She has documented her journey from the beginning of her infertility struggles on her blog, Doggie Bags Not Diaper Bags. She is also a co-founder of The Lucky Anchor Project , an online resource for loss families that houses an Etsy store whose profits are donated to loss family non-profit organizations. She hopes to help others by sharing her journey as she continues to navigate the bumpy road that is life after loss.