Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Bruising

Some days the various interactions you have with other people leave you feeling bruised. Not neglected or offended or upset or angry or hurt or abused or taken advantage of or foolish or guilty or misunderstood, necessarily. Just weary, worn thin like a faithful and threadbare old blanket. Bruised. It's times like this that I want to cry and could cry, but am not convinced of the need or reason to cry. There isn't anything wrong, after all. Then I think about our younger daughter. There doesn't have to be a rational reason for her to cry; she just cries when she needs to, often out of simple weariness. And it helps.

Since when did childhood wisdom succumb to logic?

2 comments:

Beth Impson said...

Yeah, a good cry is sometimes very therapeutic. We should probably both try it more often!

Blessings,

Beth

GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Expecting humans to behave logically may be part of the frustration. I'm trying to work on loosing that expectation myself.