Yesterday was The Complicated Boy’s pre-school graduation. It’s amazing and scary how big these children get in seemingly no time at all.
Every time I told someone about the big day, I seemed to get the same reaction “Bring the Kleenex” and every time I smiled politely knowing that I wasn’t going to need them… Again.
You see, I’m just not a cryer. Well not in the sappy, emotional, milestone kind of way anyway.
I didn’t cry at our wedding, the birth of our children, seeing my best friends marry off and have a that emotional father daughter dance. I just don’t cry. I think its sweet, I get elated with happiness and even bittersweet sadness but not to the point that the tears start flowing. And every time I feel pressure try to will the tears so people don’ t see me as heartless…. But the tears just dont come.
There’s even times – like at my son’s Little league parade, watching him in his little uniform waving the little American Flag that I’ve felt the tingling in my nose, and my eyes start to well up…. But I think i get so excited that Something finally made me get to that point that I get side tracked….and the waterworks go away.
Dammit.
I cried like a baby at the movie Philadelphia, Steal Magnolias and various other sad movies…. But the whole happiness thing- I got nothin.
I mean really, who decided it was some sort of sweet feminine instinct to cry at happy moments anyway? Stupid happy tears. They go against everything we teach our kids about emotions anyway…. Happy- laugh. Sad- cry …. Happy, cry. … What?
What-ev. I’m over it. I’m not a cryer, accepting and moving on. . . to Kindergarten.
