Anonymous wrote:I cry over anything children + suffering whether war, illness (st Jude's hospital or ebola or the like), abuse, neglect, starvation, and the list goes on.
I think once you become a mom, you feel like every kid is a "little bit" yours.
Anonymous wrote:Today I cried when I heard my friend had a 24 weeker.
I hope they have a good support system. Many good thoughts for the baby and family.
Anonymous wrote:Do you cry about other people's pain or your own pain and trials? Or do you never cry at all? I find I never cry about my own life (which, by all comparative accounts, is not that good). But I never cry over it. I find myself crying about other people's problems/pain. Like the children in Gaza or Syria... or just now, I was watching the Roosevelt documentary and I found myself crying about all the hell that WWII entailed for millions of people. It felt good to cry. But I'm not in touch with my own pain. Maybe I use other people's pain as a cipher for my own.
What about you?
Anonymous wrote:I cried reading Charlotte's Web last night. Kid may not realize she died yet because my crying was so distracting!
Anonymous wrote:I cry over anything children + suffering whether war, illness (st Jude's hospital or ebola or the like), abuse, neglect, starvation, and the list goes on.
I think once you become a mom, you feel like every kid is a "little bit" yours.
Anonymous wrote:Do you cry about other people's pain or your own pain and trials? Or do you never cry at all? I find I never cry about my own life (which, by all comparative accounts, is not that good). But I never cry over it. I find myself crying about other people's problems/pain. Like the children in Gaza or Syria... or just now, I was watching the Roosevelt documentary and I found myself crying about all the hell that WWII entailed for millions of people. It felt good to cry. [b]But I'm not in touch with my own pain. Maybe I use other people's pain as a cipher for my own.[/b]
What about you?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I used to just cry when a dude broke my heart. Now that I'm a mother I cry at every single fucking thing in life.
+1. Happy or sad. I am so easily moved to tears by everyday human kindness and cruelty.