I just finished a book called The Weird Sisters. At the end, I cried. It was a happy ending, but still…I have always been a crier. Happy, sad, anything moving can bring tears to my eyes. I have to admit that as I have gotten older I cry easier but it’s always been there. I used to cry at commercials. The Kodak one with the little kid being licked by golden retriever puppies or the Folgers one where the young man comes home and his sister says, “You’re the only gift I need.”
It used to bother me. When a movie I was watching with the kids hit the happy/sad moment, I would casually wipe the tears before the kids could say, “Are you crying?” It was a Sesame Street movie, but Big Bird was just so sad. Don’t get me started on Old Yeller.
As I’ve gotten older I have embraced my tears of joy or sadness. I rejoice when a book or movie moves me to tears. In this day and age it is so easy to become hardened to emotions.
Yesterday, I was curled up on the couch with a good book and my husband was watching golf... (no surprise there!) Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a short commercial with a returning soldier surprising his son at school. The tears started. Three Kleenexes and several minutes of a perplexed husband’s quizzical look later I returned to my reading.
I noted several things:
1. My eyes and nose get a good cleaning.
2. I somehow feel as if I have had a therapeutic moment, very Zen, cleansing if you will.
3. The smile after can bring about a momentary change in an otherwise tedious day.
So, bring on that new baby, emotional homecomings, heart tugging commercials and poignant family moments. My Kleenex and I embrace you!!!!