I have always aspired to be one of those women who cry delicately. You know the ones–the single glistening tear streaming down the face as the train pulls away, the Mother’s Day ads with crystalline tears dabbed by embroidered handkerchiefs.
I am not that woman.
I’m the red nosed, mascara running, screwed-up faced mess.
This is an occupational hazard as a mother, I say, as I am prone to tears.
Fortunately, my training as a funeral singer and pastor means I can usually control those tears in public places. But all bets are off at home.
There is a popular blogger who has coined the phrase Big Ugly Cry. Yeah. She said it first, but I definitely can rock it.
First big ugly cry of Thanksgiving?
Selam is putting together a puzzle and listening to music. This song comes on, a version recorded at camp, for camp. I hear Selam singing ” I must be one of the wonders of God’s own creation.”
Why’s she got to go and do that?
Hope your Thanksgiving is full of gratitude, good food, good company, and maybe a big ugly cry or two.