Well, that shouldn’t really be a surprise for most of you.
But I think I should come clean. I’m a softie.
A real, pocket size softie with tiny fists (as my brother in law reminds me).
I’ve been going around proudly reciting the tale of my niece’s birth (and thank you for the lovely comments, I’ll try to honor being an amazing aunt for the rest of my life), and the funny thing is: people are always surprised when I tell them I cried when I held her for the first time.
Or when I saw my sister. Or when I called my dad. Or when I was woken up.
I do a lot of crying, if you haven’t noticed.
I don’t consider it being weak. I think I feel things to a level most people don’t. And apparently that means that I’m a softie.
I wear that title proudly, if you must know.
So in honor of my soft side, I put together a quick list of things that make me cry.
1. Sarah Mclachlan: oh, you know her. “In the arms of an Angel”. That thing tears me apart and my husband actually flies to get the remote and change the channel. He knows my 5 second limit with that one.
2. Alyssa Milano: we might as well talk about her and the children in Africa. That’s another guarantee of ugly tears.
3. Vets coming home: be it to dogs, to parrots, kids, wives. They all get me. Every. Single. Time. I hiccup and wonder why I put myself through this, but there I stay… watching them reunite and thinking nothing in the world beats that.
4. Movies: I wish I could tell you a couple that really open the flood gates (ahem, A Walk to Remember), but if I’m honest i cry in 80% of movies. No, they don’t have to be all sad. I cry in animes, in cartoons, in Disney movies. I got a lot of feels.
5. Feeling guilty: I know, right? But ask my mom. If she was ever disappointed in me, fat tears would come out. That’s with anyone I hurt, truly.
6. Sympathy cry: I do that too. When someone cries, I cry. Can’t leave them hanging, can I?
There you have it. I don’t think this will ever change. I mean, I’m almost 30 and still going strong.. But I love it.
I love being honest, vulnerable and open to criticism when the flood gates open. I don’t care what you call me. I can be silly in your eyes, but I will wear my feelings on my sleeve. I will let people know how little things in life can touch deep into your soul. I will cry when my niece reach each milestone, when she gets teeth, when she coos at me, when she learns how to walk, when she goes to school,…
After all, I’m a big softie.