Growing up I only remember one time when I saw my mom cry.
That was when I was a teenager.
I’m crying today…. and I’m sure I’ll have a lot more days of crying ahead.
I don’t think I’ll have the strength, time, or energy to save my crying for when my kids aren’t around.
I won’t be able to save my tears for after Neil comes home.
Because he won’t be coming home.
And if there is one thing I’ve learned over the past year it’s that holding back our tears is the worst thing we could do for ourselves.
There is great purpose in emotions.
ALL the emotions.
It’s funny that we label some emotions as “bad”.
That is backward thinking.
ALL emotions have purpose, meaning and need to be seen and felt.
They open our eyes to understanding.
They strengthen us.
They heal us.
They make us whole.
It’s in burying our emotions that we become sick, broken, and blind.
If I can be an example to my kids that it’s ok to cry,
that it’s ok to feel,
so they can feel all of life and be whole,
then I’m ok with feeling “weak”.
Because maybe the world has confused it all along –
That the weakness we fear is really the strength that we need.