Crying
Someone was crying, my
grandparent senses told me. Immediately,
I began looking, trying to zero in on the location. The crying was coming from a young child who
was obviously not in pain, but rather not receiving all that was needed for
happiness. After turning a corner, my
eyes lit on a group of children and the guilty one immediately stood out. The Wal-Mart cart contained groceries for a
family plus it had 3 children inside and one riding the bumper. It was obvious, the youngest one in the cart
wanted to ride the bumper with the oldest, and was telling the world of her
discomfort. Nothing wrong with that…she
wanted what was not possible and was sharing her thoughts in the only way
available at the time. I laughed then
empathized with the harried Mom who merely wanted to shop, get home, cook
dinner, bathe kids, cover them in bed and have a few quiet moments before the
process starts again in 9 hours.
Crying is a natural process of
life, allowing the release of tension, expression of emotions and just for
having a good cry at times. I have seen
family and friends cry for pain, cry for anger, and cry for happiness. One of my last crying times involved
hemorrhoid surgery many years ago. I
have observed Grandma cry then she says, “I’m OK, I just need to cry.” At that point, words fail and I hold her in a
loving hug until she says, “I’m better now.”
Actually I continue to hold her whether she cries or not.
The little crier in Wal-Mart….I wanted to hold her;
however we had not been introduced. Made
ME want to cry.
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