A husband wrote a list of reasons his wife cries – and I can relate to this list more than I care to admit!
I never used to be a teary person. I might get a little lump in my throat watching a particularly touching movie, but I never used to cry much – unless something was really actually wrong – and definitely NOT ever “It’s so beautiful” crying. Nope. Not me.
Until I became a mum.
Now I’ll cry at everything. Anything that says “Grab your tissues” – they’re talking to me. I will be that person who needs the tissues. Heck even a picture of a particularly cute puppy or baby can set me off.
The other day at my son’s Christmas concert I got teary just because love. Just love. So much love that it leaked out of my eyes.
I nearly cried coming out of a parent teacher interview one time because the teacher said he’s happy, fairly well behaved and perfectly average. *sob*
I’ve lost it more than once watching the intro to Dinosaur Train. Yes. Dinosaur Train. Because a baby T-Rex hatches in a Pteranodon nest and it’s like “He didn’t look anything like the rest.” and he asks “What am I doing in a Pteranodon nest?” and the Mumma says “Well, this is your family and I’m your Mum.”
OH MY GOD IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL! THAT’S HOW SIMPLE LOVE IS!!!!
(I have a lump in my throat right now I’m not even joking. It get’s me every freaking time.)
Part of it I’m sure is living in a constant state of sleep deprivation means I am an emotional hair-trigger, but it’s also as a Mum I do just feel things more deeply and personally than I used to.
One time the TV was on in the background and there was the briefest news report about a 44 year old man dying in a car accident – then on to the sport or weather – and my heart broke. I was suddenly crying because I imagined somewhere a mother grieving the loss of her adult child.
Sorry that got a little bit morbid all of a sudden, I planned for this to be a more light hearted making fun of myself for crying all the time.
But sometimes it is pain and fear and longing.
In the lead up to Christmas in 2010 I was shopping and the song “All I want for Christmas is you” and we’d been hoping to get pregnant for the previous 18 months. I’d imagined we’d have had a baby by then – seeing as getting pregnant the first time was a little TOO easy (if-ya-catch-my-meaning) we’d imagined it would happen fairly quickly and there I was, not pregnant, and wanting it more than anything I’d ever wanted… and the words “All I want for Christmas is you.” broke me. I had to get out into the street quickly – partly to get away from that song, partly because I was embarrassed by my sudden tears.
Then in 2014, when I was watching my little girl dancing to that song and that memory hit me and I picked up her and cried because she was the baby I wanted so badly and she’s here – I have her now. I was still even crying from the pain of wanting her and the joy of having her now, and knowing that somehow she was always the baby I was meant to have… Gawd. Tears.
I’ve also cried for much much MUCH less touching reasons. I’ve cried because I’m hungry and too tired to decide what to eat. I’ve cried because my partner washed brand new white sheets with something red. I’ve cried because there was supposed to be chocolate and someone ate it all. I cried hysterically – for days – when my son accidentally knocked the external hard drive containing thousands of baby photos off the computer desk and broke it. (We did actually manage to recover the photos! Thank goodness! But I’m not entirely sure it was a fall-to-my-knees-and-weep kind of situation)
I just cry. Sometimes for no reason at all.
So, do you cry at the drop of a hat? What unusual things have made you cry?