in lieu of my weekly post “elevate the ordinary”, i’ve decided to post about me being an emotional mess during a week that i would describe as anything but ordinary. no, nothing traumatizing or dramatic happened (well, at least by most people’s definitions) and yet i was still a wreck. the little lady finished first grade. and i cried. really, colleen?
let me shed some perspective. i’m typically not a public crier. i don’t cry at funerals or weddings or in situations where everyone else seems to be crying. i don’t know why, i just don’t. yet i cried many mornings this year, putting my daughter on the school bus. i cried when her first grade class all sang happy birthday to her, as she stood in front of her class, and i sat in the back, wiping away tears. i cry sometimes when she tells me that she loves me. i’ve cried when she has told me that she is grateful that i’m her mommy. and today, her last day of school, i pick her up and she comes running at me, squealing in delight – she found out she got the 2nd grade teacher she wanted. and I CRIED. i mean, i wasn’t bawling, but i shed some tears. seriously. there is just something about her, about our relationship, that pulls at my heartstrings. and apparently makes me cry.
oh, little one. yes, you make me cry. but only because i love you to the point where my heart swells so much that it produces tears.