Thursday, June 16, 2011

Teary eyed

If you don't know me too well, then you probably don't know that I am not a an emotional person. Maybe you do. I have actually been referred to as an emotional rock... and like in the grounding, hold- everyone- together way. In the you- don't- feel- a- thing way.

Now, I do feel, just not to the extent that one would expect a girl/mother. I did not cry when I got engaged or at my wedding. Although, there were plenty of tears. At one point I vividly recall turning around from Zach while at the alter, and every one of my bridesmaids was crying. Not just tear stained cheeks, but sniffing, snotty crying. It is one of the clearest wedding day memories....

I did not cry when my children were born. I did have a little tear when they told me Maura was a girl, but that was it. It did get choked up when I got to hold her for the first time, since it had been over a day since she was born. I cried a little when we had to leave her at the hospital and go home without her.

Why do I share all this? Because I am not overly emotional. Movies? Forget it. When I was at an emotional peak during pregnancy, my friend Jess and I sat through a sad movie marathon just so she could see me cry. I will be honest, I did give at All Dogs Go to Heaven.

So, Sunday after my fever had broken, I was so worn after my plague, the reaction to the meds, and I didn't know it, but I was getting ready to start.

The house was empty, and I was just trying to get to bedtime. I was watching The Patriot.I have seen this movie SO many times. I was surprised when I teared up about 6 or 7 times through out the movie.

So not like me. Anyway, I thought I'd let you know.

1 comment:

Lindsey said...

Are you sure it wasn't the rubbing alcohol? Have you been using it for purposes other than intended?