Friday, November 5, 2010
My kids have made me soft.
My kids have made me soft and I'm not talking about that extra skin that I still have from carrying them soft. I mean that balling my eyes out while watching Toy Story 3 soft. Staina, my 6 year old vampire, crawled into my lap during some really intense parts. Katie, my 9 year old, munched happily on her treats and my Boy, he's 14, well he's 14. While I the 28 year old mother cried.
I have cried for many years at movies and TV shows. I always blamed it on hormones. I mean lets face it we have plenty to choose from. We can blame it on pregnancy, ovulation, periods, pms. You name it we have a blamee for it.
No I realized it's not hormones. I'm a softee. You know this is especially hard for me. Because I used to not be this way. I was the power post basketball player, the going to jail for hitting somebody with brass knuckles rebellious teen, and then I even did a brief but knowledgeable service in the National Guard as a future MP. I am not soft!
But wait...Is soft really that bad. I am a woman. Why do woman have to be hard? Why do we have to be so guarded? Why do we have to fulfill the stigmas that society puts on us?
If crying at the movie theatre makes me soft.. Well that's OK. If I catch someone laughing at me and their adults,(I did learn from my overnight stay in jail) I still carry my knuckles in the side pouch of my Coach bag.