Sometimes, it is hard to deal with the pain in our lives. As adults when left to our thoughts, we cry. We cry when our children are not looking, we cry in the shower, we cry as we cook and do the laundry. In our rooms, during prayers or meditations – the tears flow. For various reasons. None of which we will explore here.  I have never seen my mum cry. My mum is a stoic woman with a very high pain threshold. Some of her life was hard, but I never saw her cry.  My father never cried. I don’t recall. My dad was a hard man. Life would never have reduced him to tears. 

This is why we cry. We cry because we are weak. We don’t have control over much. We realize that this thing called life does not happen on a straight line. No part of life is a promise. I mean here that life does not have to go on the way you have planned it out. Life never happens like that!  Much of life is routine, ordinary and plain. So when life brings happiness, enjoy the moment. 

My daughter has seen me cry. She calls me ‘babymummy’. It is okay to cry – I teach her. If we had to choose between mental illness and tears, we should choose to cry. So as often as it is needed, I welcome the tears. In buckets.:) Do you cry?