I've been crying almost nonstop for about a week now. My family doesn't even bother asking me what's wrong now. How many tears did I withhold throughout my life? Enough to fill a bathtub? A swimming pool? I have no idea, but it seems my body has kept track, and it's determined to shed every single one of them.
Something this reminded me of - when my daughter was about five years old, we were visiting my mother and stepfather. My daughter was trying to ride a bike on the gravel driveway, and wiped out, skinning herself in the process. She began to cry. My mother told her to stop being a crybaby and get herself cleaned up. My daughter yelled at her grandmother to stop calling her a crybaby, to which my mother responded, "well, you are a crybaby".
My very small, hurt little girl looked at my mother and said, "I'm hurt, I'm sad, and now I'm really mad! That's not what grandmas are supposed to say when their grandkids get hurt."
My mother's mouth literally dropped open. I couldn't have been more proud of my little girl.