Cry like a baby

As a nanny, it goes with the job that I must listen to children cry.

It happens.

Theyʻre tired, hungry, angry.

They get hurt, they miss Mommy and Daddy.

The list goes on and on.....

Strangely, I find myself longing for the simplicity of a good cry.

I listen to a little one crying with gusto and wish for the ability to join in with them.

Weep, wail, lament! Just let go! Just let it all go!

I remember crying often as a child. It was the first thing I did if I got hurt...and I got hurt A LOT growing up.

Skinned knees, stubbed toes, broken bones, gashes, scrapes, and bruises. Each one received their own allotment of tears. And it felt good to cry! I felt like in some way, I had accomplished something important with my tears. Even as a child I knew this.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped crying altogether, though. What a sad thing to have happen!

No longer do I skin my knees. And very rarely do I stub my toes, but I have seen great tragedies and have stood up under the crushing weight of grief. I have gotten my heart broken. I have loved and lost.

Iʻm hoping I can give each of these things the tears they deserve so that I can let go and heal. Tears are healing, purging, beautiful, and holy. Quite simply put, they are Godʻs gift to us so that we have a way to give wings to our pain...so that our hearts may be lifted up once more.

So the next time I hear that little boy crying at the top of his lungs because he really doesnʻt want to take that nap, I just might join in with him....I....just..... might.