Few human functions are more complex, misunderstood and underrated than our tears. We cry when we are deeply saddened. We cry when our pain is too much to bear. We cry when we are touched deeply by love. We cry when we are overcome with joy. We cry when we are terrified. We cry when we are relieved of a huge burden. When we laugh so hard our bellies hurt, we cry.
Some of us are afraid of tears, others’ or our own. We say things like, “There is nothing to cry about,” or even worse, “I’ll give you something to really cry about.”
Some feel they have to apologize for their tears.
Some cry when angry.
Some use tears to manipulate–sometimes that works.
Some understand a good cry is just what is needed, and that works, too.
Sometimes we weep softly, and sometimes we howl to the heavens.
Sometimes we do everything we can to hold back our tears, and sometimes we cannot.
We can be mocked, admonished and misunderstood for our tears.
We can also be loved and held closely for our tears.
Sometimes we cry when it would serve us better to be tough.
Other times we need to cry and forget about being so tough.
Sometimes women are told they cry too much.
Sometimes men are told they hold too much inside–a good cry might help.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry,
the philosophy which does not laugh
and the greatness which does not bow before children.
These days, I cry in nearly every one of my counseling sessions. Are my overflowing tears a function of aging tear ducts, or am I feeling life’s joys and pains more deeply? Either way, it’s fine.
I usually cry when I see my children. I always cry when we say goodbye. They live too far away and we’re not young anymore.
Sometimes I cry when I apologize to Wendy. It hurts me to know that I hurt her. I am learning, slowly.
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.
I cried a month ago when Jessie told us she was pregnant with our first grandchild. First, I screamed with joy–it was the best news I have ever received! Then, when Jessie held the phone to her belly, and I spoke words of welcome to our soon-to-be-arriving angel…we all cried.
Life is full.
Cry when you need to.
You might make it a better week!