So I've been weepy lately-- loss of a family member, holiday blues, car accident, plunging back into work after a nice refreshing week off-- I'm allowed to be weepy. But...
No longer do I only cry at truly sentimental things, but even at a coffee commercial. The storyline (if there are plots to commercials) is that a guy comes home from Africa for the holidays to find his little sister all grown up and making coffee. They exchange some comments about having everything they need this Christmas, and pour a cup of coffee. Ok, why on earth did that make me cry?
I mentioned it to a few readers, and they agreed. I think it's the reminder of family and love, not the weak cheesy dialogue. We all want to be with our families (or our friends who are like family). We don't want to be separated by continents, or states, or even mere miles for just a few hours.
I learned today that the only thing worse than leaving a crying infant to go to work, is leaving a tearful 3-year-old who is able to articluate exactly why he's sad-- "I just miss you." Break my heart. Really. This is not 9-month-old developmentally-normal separation anxiety, this is true.
Now I know that he's WELL taken care of, and probably more entertained there than when I'm working from home with him. And he has his brother and other kids to keep him company. But that wasn't good enough this time.
This is not a normal thing, which actually made it worse. But a, "Trust me bud, I'd rather be with you too" and a hug would have to do. He has probably long forgotten about it, while I sit here welling up, this time into my coffee cup, not over a coffee commercial.
(I realize that this is more "Dear Diary" and less helpful/insightful/informative post, so thank you for reading and understanding.)
No longer do I only cry at truly sentimental things, but even at a coffee commercial. The storyline (if there are plots to commercials) is that a guy comes home from Africa for the holidays to find his little sister all grown up and making coffee. They exchange some comments about having everything they need this Christmas, and pour a cup of coffee. Ok, why on earth did that make me cry?
I mentioned it to a few readers, and they agreed. I think it's the reminder of family and love, not the weak cheesy dialogue. We all want to be with our families (or our friends who are like family). We don't want to be separated by continents, or states, or even mere miles for just a few hours.
I learned today that the only thing worse than leaving a crying infant to go to work, is leaving a tearful 3-year-old who is able to articluate exactly why he's sad-- "I just miss you." Break my heart. Really. This is not 9-month-old developmentally-normal separation anxiety, this is true.
Now I know that he's WELL taken care of, and probably more entertained there than when I'm working from home with him. And he has his brother and other kids to keep him company. But that wasn't good enough this time.
This is not a normal thing, which actually made it worse. But a, "Trust me bud, I'd rather be with you too" and a hug would have to do. He has probably long forgotten about it, while I sit here welling up, this time into my coffee cup, not over a coffee commercial.
(I realize that this is more "Dear Diary" and less helpful/insightful/informative post, so thank you for reading and understanding.)
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