I am a cryer.
I used not to be. In fact, I could count on one hand the things that made me cry: Pixar, animals, and third-world poverty. That was it. Nothing else even MOVED me.
Then I had a baby.
Suddenly, I am a CRYER OF ALL THINGS. Like, seriously. It’s ridiculous.
This morning, I was treating myself to a Starbucks run (although it was the cheapest coffee trick in the world: order a misto instead of a latte and save yourself $$ AND calories). I ordered at the speaker, and while waiting to get to the window for pick-up, an On-Star commercial came on. A woman called On-Star because her son was having a seizure.
“Baby, look at ME,” the mother coaxed. “LOOK AT MOMMA,” the mother begged.
“Ma’am, just let your son seize,” coached the On-Star rep. “Turn him on his side if he starts coughing.”
And I? Made it to the window a blubbering mess. Sobbing. The poor window attendant didn’t know what to say. “On-Star,” I sobbed. “Her son was seizing.” The Starbucks lady just nodded and handed me my drink.
“Have a nice day,” she said, cautiously.
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I took Tony to the park last weekend.
It should be noted that I have a firm agreement with gravity that strictly prohibits any of the following: carousels, skates of any kind, roller coasters, and slides. Yes, slides. I wouldn’t get on one until I was, like, eleven and even then I had a mental breakdown at the top. I was a worrier.
This, however, was my child. Nothing could stop him. It’s hard to let go of my issues and let my child roam without The Fear. But I know it’s the right thing to do.
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Last night, we took the boys to a Chick-Fil-A with an indoor play area. We had a great tease of spring this weekend, with highs almost in the 70s, but now we’re suffering back through snow flurries. Which a child who is now “SIDE” obsessed doesn’t understand. “SIDE?” he asks all the time now. “PARK?!”
We hadn’t anticipated being the one of a hundred families with this same idea, and the HUGE, three-story play area was FILLED with crazed children.
Jack, being the amazing big brother he is, calmly held Tony’s hand. He lifted Tony through I don’t know how many tubes and steps that Tony is just not big enough to tackle on his own yet. He coaxed him into the higher levels, encouraging Tony to look down and wave to us from whatever monstrous height they were at. The slide proved to be too much for Tony to take on, so Jack patiently got him all the way back down, never losing patience or getting frustrated that he wasn’t free to play.
I wasn’t a cryer before.
But I’m always amazed at what causes my heart to overflow now.
Okay, I was already sniffling BEFORE I got to the part about Jack being so amazing with Tony! *scrambles for tissue*
I was a crier before Kyle, so you can only imagine what having him did to me. I CRY EVERY DAY AT SOMETHING.
I wasn’t a crier before either. I was actually called an ice queen more than once (usually by whiney men who tried bad pick up lines but whatever). Now? I’m a blubbering mess. We went to see The Blind Side and I cried though 3/4 of it. I took Tessa to Children’s Hospital last week and started crying the minute I walked in the doors. Commercials. Books. Realizing my babies are growing up. It all makes me blubber now.
When I was younger, I pretty much NEVER cried. To this day, the most common cause of crying is me being really, extremely pissed off.
But there are some things that get me. Certain movies: Up, Marley & Me-generally ones involving animals so I try not to watch them
There was a commercial around Christmas about the big brother coming home from college and his sister saying he was her gift-that left me a wreck.
There’s also a new animal commerical with lines like why did you hurt me, what did I do wrong that I can’t watch.
Some of the songs on the Glee soundtrack, Dan Fogleberg and Carly Simon’s River.
And various other things, I’ve cried twice today for no apparent reason. My crying has gotten worse since I’ve been on the mirena but I think it has to do with my hormones being messed up since I haven’t had a period in years.
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My little guy fell in love with slides at that park. And still pesters us to go to the Chick. DLG’s favorite book is “Who is Coming to Our House” from Christmas; I cry when I see all the little animals with Jesus & his family. Maybe I need to see if “Touched by an Angel” is out on DVD so I can get a daily cry out of my system in private.
Crying (usually) = good thing (for heart).
Me, too. Songs are the worst for me….if the song has any hint of “I love you” in the lyrics, I turn into a total trainwreck.
At Lee High School it is a well-known fact: if you have Hyatt for English 11, make her read the ending scene of Of Mice and Men out loud. She WILL cry. (So does half the class.) And if one of my students cries, for any reason, I have to cry with them. No shame, either.
I know I’m biased, but the video of Tony at the park may be the cutest thing on YouTube. And yeah, it made me a little teary eyed. SUCH a big boy now. And just LOOK at that MOON! (lookatdat wall)
Oh, your boys taking care of each other… how sweet! I am a HUGE sucker for big brothers. I hope to someday have a “big brother” in my house (but that means at least two more kids so… eh, maybe I’ll just read you instead.
The On-Star commercial you described made me cry just thinking about it. How can they PLAY those things on the radio? It makes me sick just to imagine…
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Oh man, I am the biggest crier EVER. I used to try to hide it, but now I just let my eyes well up with every cheesy (Olympic) commercial/story/compliment you name it.
I love watching my kids together, siblings have an amazing bond
Also, I love your accent