Tears gone wild

I’m a crier. And I'm totally fine with that. Some things just tug at my heart strings, and I can't stop...

Here are four recent crying moments I'd like to share... 

My 5 year old – I'm in the middle of folding clothes when it hits me. Someday, it'll only be me and the hubs. Our boys will be out in the world, developing their own lives, which is part of life, but the thought still chokes me up.

My 5 yr old kneels in front of me and asks, “Does laundry make you sad?”

I laugh through tears. “No, honey. I don’t mind doing laundry.” Which isn’t a lie. I LOVE laundry. I’m warped, I know. Anyway…

“Who's going to do my laundry when you're too old?” he asks. (LOL)

“You will,” I say.

He scrunches up his cute face. “I don’t know how to do laundry.”
“I'll teach you.”

He sits there for a few seconds, then asks, “Can I go outside?”

“Only if your brothers go.” He’s not allowed outside by himself, being only 5.
“Guys, Mom says to go outside and play.”

Errr....um, okay.

Five minutes later, my 5 yr old wanders in with two fistfuls of dandelions. “These are so you don’t get sad anymore.”

I kiss him on the cheek, and he helps me put the dandelions in cups and vases.

My 9 yr old - I help out the two coaches (aka my hubs and my brother) with their baseball team. This entails being in the dugout, telling the boys the lineup, keeping scorebook, doing the teammom thing.

My son hit his first homerun on Wednesday. It was amazing, and yes I cried behind my sunglasses. When he came off the field from touching home plate, he got choked up. After the boys patted him on the back and told him great job, he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. We hugged and cried together.

He didn’t care that a bunch of 9 yr olds were there. In fact, they didn’t care that he cried either. One boy said, “It’s okay. I cried on my first homerun, too.”

How mature are these boys for being 9?! VERY. I wish they could always feel this way about showing emotion and hope they will always see that crying is okay.

My 11 yr old - He got his braces off the other day. When I saw him smile for the first time with them off, my eyes watered.

Me:  “They're beautiful.” (referring to his teeth)
Him:  “Mom, do not cry here. You’ll embarrass me.”

Me:  “I can’t help it.” I wiped the tears away then kept asking him to smile.

Him:  “This is going to get old.”

Later on that night, he said, “Sorry for telling you not to cry earlier.”

“It's fine, honey.” And it was. I get it.

“I wasn't embarrassed,” he said.

I hugged him, and he went on his way. My hubby says boys can't stand to see their mom's cry. So I vowed to try to hold back, but pretty sure, because I'm a crier, that's going to end up not happening.

 

 

My 14 yr old - He graduated from 8^th grade. At the ceremony, he received six awards. I was so proud of him and happy for him that I cried.

Afterward, I wiped all traces of crying off with a tissue.
He hugged me. “Don't cry, Mom.”

“I'm not.” I mean, I thought I'd covered it up pretty good.

“Your eyes look like it,” he said.

I reached up to feel that I was crying again and didn't even know it! Jeesh!

“They’re happy tears,” I said.

He smiled. “I know.”

Are you a crier or do you have other outlets?

Do you get choked up easily or does it take a lot to get your water works going?