That's What Happens When You're a Mom

I'm not a crier. Never have been. Yes, I know how to cry. Yes, I do sometimes. But not often...not easily. I can count on one hand the movies I've cried at (and still have fingers left).

Even since having children that's remained true most of the time. I love my children passionately. I feel for them deeply. But I don't cry (for joy or sadness) often - even when it comes to my children.

I didn't cry the first day either went to daycare.

I've never cried when they got shots.

I don't anticipate crying on the first day of kindergarten.

I have friends who have and do on these and other occasions. And that's real for them. It's just not for me.

Although I can say that I do get chocked up more easily since having children. But, even with children, I'm still not a crier.

Today the five-year-old and I saw "Beauty and the Beast" on stage. It was beautiful. It's so amazing to me how they bring set, costumes, script, music, cast, etc together to make a lovely performance.

Toward the end when the curse is broken and not only does the beast turn into a handsome prince, but the servants turn from pots and clocks and candlesticks back into people, there is one simple little scene where the only child in the show, Chip (the chipped teacup for most of the show) runs to his mother's waiting arms.

As I watched that child run across stage to his on-stage mommy, a tear ran down my cheek.

Mostly I don't cry. But sometimes I do.

That's what happens when you're a mom.