I randomly ducked into the Bank of America for a place to cry today and I am very happy I did. The ATM line was luckily very long so I hopped in and cried until it was my turn to use the machine (about 6 minutes). A very average, basic, no-frills, in and out place to cry.
Almost immediately after I got the news, I made it crystal clear to my family that they were not to shed a tear -- at least not with me in the room. In reflecting on these questions, three examples of when my one and only rule was broken come to mind.
You see, the thing about living a life centered around joy, passion and fulfillment is that it involves tears. It involves pain and suffering because like you, I'm human. Suffering in this life is unavoidable.
In my own experience, both professionally and personally, crying is one of the body's ways to bring itself back to balance. It is not necessarily a sign of weakness or even sadness. Infants cry to communicate with their universe. New mothers cry... a lot. And so do the rest of us.
As adults, we become aware of how our emotional fluctuations impact others, but my toddler doesn't give a care that her moods might stress me out. Her main concern is making it known that she wants her sparkly shoes and not her red ones
What do we do after we've diapered, fed, swaddled, cuddled, rocked, sung, de-swaddled, re-diapered, bounced, swung and walked the floor? What do we do if we've emptied our entire bag of infant-calming tricks and nothing works?