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!!!!
