What Makes a Momza Cry?

It's a well-known fact that
I am a
boob.

My tear-ducts
have a clear-cut channel
to my heart.

Sometimes I feel a welling-up
inside
and I try to fight it--
which means I have all that
emotion
stuck in my
throat
and that
hurts.

Ever have that feeling?
Your body wants to cry
and your brain is yelling,
"NO! DON'T DO IT!!"
You might bite the inside
of your cheek,
or pinch your own hand,
squeeze your hands--
anything
to stop those tears
from spilling out!

I have a confession to make.
When
i'm really angry,
I have been known to cry.
And that just
unnerves me!
I don't wanna cry
when I'm angry.
Such a stinkin'
mushball.

Music affects me too--
it can be a song from
Les Miserables
John Lennon's "Imagine"
Martina McBride's "Valentine"
or a sweet child's hymn
"I Am a Child of God"--
that just tears me up
everytime--
especially when my own kids sing it.
Cece Winans sings
"The Alabaster Box"
and the first time I heard it
on the radio
I cried in the car.
I wasn't even sure who sang it
and had to listen to the radio for
the next 2 days
for it to come on again
so I could get her name
to go buy the CD.


News Stories do that to me too.
Anything bad that involves a
child
cuts me to the core.
I think I have a
Super Mom complex:
I wanna save all the children
from any pain.

I also cry everytime
I sing the National Anthem.
Even when we're singing it
in the backyard.
I'm pathetic.

Once I was in London
for Poppy Day...
a large parade of War Vets
walked thru the city--
some of them were old enough
to be my Granpa
and I stood there
overcome with gratitude.
My Granma's family is
British and that's the first
time I really felt close to my
heritage.
Yup, before I knew,
tears snuck up on my face.

I also tear-up listening to people
express their feelings
about the Savior
whether it's at church
or anywhere else.
When people speak from their
hearts
about the Lord,
it melts me to the core.

Nature gets to me too.
A beautiful landscape
a sunset at the shore
tiny puppies
or newly hatched chicks--
the wonder of it all
chokes me up.
I'm sick I tell ya!

I also cry at movies, of course.
Old Yeller gets me everytime.
Sense and Sensability...tissues please!
Camelot still gets to me!
Narnia, Lord of the Rings (only the 1st one),
The Pursuit of Happyness--
I'm just so darn happy for
Will Smith's character
that even the Hoover Dam
couldn't keep tears back!
--and on and on.
My kids make fun of me when I cry at movies.
Then I smack them, of course.
Which, in a sick way, makes me feel better.

I also get choked-up
when I am talking about Dean.
He's my softspot.
I am without defense
when I think about him
much less talk about him.

(See? tears puddled in my eyes
just writing about him! Ridiculous.)

What really gets me tho
is my husband's tears.
He's a tough ol Mountain Man
and a big ol marshmallow inside.

When we took Danielle to the MTC
in Provo
I was so excited to take her
I wasn't emotional at all...
even at the end
where parents are shown where
to exit to one side of the room
and missionaries are directed
to the other door...
I was good to go--
until--
I looked over at Mr. W's eyes
full of tears--
It didn't help that all those people
around us
were sobbing like this all caught
them by surprise!
Moms and Dads and the newly
dork-dotted Missionaries
all hugging and crying--
I turned to MY family and
said,
"Suck it Up! We knew this was coming! And we're happy, remember? We're happy!"
And then my stupid eyes
started crying too.
Ugh.
Mr W's tears get me everytime...
and while he is much more covert
about his boobage,
his heart is as tender as anyone
else's I know.
He just hides it better.

So I am a Boob.
Is there a support group
for me out there?
Cuz I am pretty certain
this ain't normal.

What about you?
Make me feel better
and tell me I'm not
alone.

"Hi, My Name is Momza and I'm a Boob."