in my teens and early twenties i hated to cry. i did my best not to, specially when people could see.
now…i cry and i’m better.
my husband would tell you that i wear my heart on my sleeve. and he would be right.
do you ever wonder why we cry? it’s silly really when you think about it, water makes it where you can’t see and you get snot everywhere. but it’s so cleansing sometimes, isn’t it?
washing away the worry, the fear, the anger, the hard. making you better afterward.
i think tears are a good thing, a needed thing, and sometimes the only thing…
my oldest babe is emotional like her mother, and i don’t want life to harden her! i don’t want her to ever feel like she cannot cry or to live in a world where tears are not allowed!
i don’t want her to live a life dictated by how she feels either!
this week as she wept because she was confused. i closed my eyes (i do that to focus when i’m agitated…try it it’s a good trick!) and held her little hands in mine.
“you are in control of your emotions. you need to tell your eyes to stop…we can fix this after you are in control again.”
no it didn’t help. she went to lay down for a bit, and came back later, better.
we are in control of our emotions, they do not control us.
i think we get that wrong so often. letting “our feelings” dictate our actions , leaving the conscious choice by the wayside along with the repercussions that said emotions caused.
we do have control over them if we so choose.
and that’s what i try to teach my girls. not that their tears are bad, but that they don’t have to cry if they don’t want to.
i’m sure we’ll have to learn that lesson in reverse the first time their little hearts get broken and when puberty makes life confusing. but for now, i hope we are learning how to trust the Father to dictate life and not our feelings.
as for me…i’m learning to “use my words” instead of my tears.
i’m learning to save them for when there are no words. when cleansing is what the Father needs to do.
and i’m finding it’s better this way…