I’m not a softy. Was never into sappy things. Much preferred to take the ice queen route. Romance is for the birds. Crying is for, criers. Tears of joy, what’s that?
Of course you can’t control the feelings that come, inherently, with being a mom. So that’s where I have to wave the white flag to that, stoic, let’s say, side of me. My kids are just such a part of me that whatever they feel, I feel.
As well, since passing age forty-seven-ish, I’m far more likely to show emotion. In good or bad situations. I just can’t help it. It’s like that one or two days of wearing my emotions on my sleeve when pms’ing, is now a twenty-four seven problem.
Still. Tears of joy? Not sure I know her. Tears of just overwhelming emotion, yeah. Tears of sadness, definitely.
Tears of joy, whenever she shows up I’ll be happy to meet her. I guess.

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