Some Days You Just Want to Cry

Don’t you?

Sometimes you want to cry because you’re sad.  Sometimes because you’re happy.  Sometimes because you’re frustrated.  Sometimes because you’re mad.  Sometimes as an anti-climax.

My mother cried a lot.  She used to say that she was feeling sentimental and blue.  I’m sure she cried because she was sad.  I’m sure she cried because she was frustrated or mad at us.  But she always said that crying cleared your soul. And I believe that.

I always feel better after I cry.  It’s sort of like I got it out of my system and it’s time to move on.

I know that I have cried because I was happy.  I remember when my daughter got married.  I was so happy for her.  But if you would watch the video you would have thought that we were at a funeral rather than a wedding.  I tried so hard not to cry.  I did okay but my face was so distorted because I didn’t want to cry.  It didn’t help that her fiancé gave me a bracelet that had an inscription of “I will care for her always” right before I went up the aisle.  I knew I was losing her but I was so happy that she had found the man of her dreams.  Don’t judge me by my facial expressions.

I’m sure throughout the years I cried because of hormones.  Those are nasty creatures and will do you in.  I can remember lots of times when I had made up my mind to be strong and then Mother Nature would stir her ugly head and the tears would flow.  Hormones would get me every time.

But I would hate it when someone would say it was my time of the month.  It wasn’t just hormones that would cause it, there were other factors as well.  And how convenient that would be to smack that label on every woman of childbearing years out there.  Thank goodness hormones don’t affect me like that anymore.

But I still cry.  I like to cry.  It clears the soul.  It makes me feel better.  It gets it out of my system and I can move forward.

Jimmy doesn’t like it when I cry.  I think it’s because he doesn’t know what to do.  He wants me to feel better.  He doesn’t know that if he leaves me alone, I’ll be all right.  Of course if he wanted to sit with me while I cry it out that would be nice.  Nah, he wouldn’t like that.

I was talking to my daughter recently.  She has had some issues at work recently.  She is a very strong-willed woman.  You can’t make her cry.  But she has had her second baby in three years and her hormones are not in order.  Plus she is having issues with her boss.  In her conversations with management, etc. she has become very frustrated and at times mad.  At one meeting she started to cry, which made her mad, which made her cry more.  I really felt for her.  I have been there plenty of times before in my life.

Have you ever worked really hard on a project, waited for it for awhile and when it was over all you wanted to do was cry.  Yes, that’s me.  It seems that no matter how the project goes, good or bad, when it’s all said and done I need to cry, I guess to get it out of my system.

I guess I should be grateful that we have a way of clearing the frustration and anger and sadness from our souls.  I don’t like how people type-cast us because of it.

I’m glad I come from a long line of cryers.