Wednesday, November 02, 2005


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?


Randy said...

Sorry to hear about this Cindy. You have my evil twin love and support.

alaiyo said...

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



GrumpyTeacher1 said...

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

Rae said...

Cindy, I don't know when we gave into resisting our sometimes emotional demand to release physically, but it does happen.

I love the tenderness with which God reminds us that we are to be like children by giving us children to not only love and be responsible for, but to observe and if wise, from which to learn.