Emotional Overload
I was having a conversation with a friend about women and crying at our church's women's meeting last night (Hi Diana!) and it got me to thinking, which inspired this blog post.
As women, we are emotional. Maybe some like to hide it or live in denial, but it's true. There are things that just make us burst into tears and cause our husbands/fathers/brothers to stare at us in confusion. So I decided to compile a good list of perfectly acceptable reasons to cry. Feel free to let the men in your life peruse this list to be prepared for the next episode of waterworks.
Also, I can neither confirm nor deny that this list is compiled from my own personal experiences.
Perfectly acceptable reasons to cry:
As women, we are emotional. Maybe some like to hide it or live in denial, but it's true. There are things that just make us burst into tears and cause our husbands/fathers/brothers to stare at us in confusion. So I decided to compile a good list of perfectly acceptable reasons to cry. Feel free to let the men in your life peruse this list to be prepared for the next episode of waterworks.
Also, I can neither confirm nor deny that this list is compiled from my own personal experiences.
Perfectly acceptable reasons to cry:
- watching the ending of Tangled when she's reunited with her parents and they just know it's her
- actually, watching almost any Disney movie for that matter (I'm talking to you, Lion King!)
- also... watching any Jane Austen movie
- umm... ok let's just add any sad/romantic/heartwarming movie
- when you feel overwhelmed
- when you hear a song that's meaningful to you
- when all you want is Oreo Ice Cream and you open the freezer to find nothing but peas and frozen ground beef
- witnessing a precious moment between your sister and her child
- when you laugh so hard that you can't breathe and tears are streaming down your face and then you actually start sobbing real tears
- when you experience a milestone in life (like getting married or having a baby)
- when you miss your family
- when you have just finished cleaning the entire house and you drop a jar of spaghetti sauce that splatters all over you, the cabinets, the stove, the floor and wakes your sleeping baby
- whenever your mom/sister/daughter/friend/random stranger cries
- whenever you feel like it
- none.