Though it may seem an odd way of remembering things, sometimes the things I read from the prompt, bring me an immediate memory response… at times it is rather off the wall, but this time it fits pretty well.

Is it just me or does everyone’s kids try to give them gifts that make them cry? Well, mine were professional Tear Jerkers! For some reason, they made it their mission in life to outdo each other in the “make mom cry at your gift” department. Whether it be a holiday gift or possibly Mothers Day or my Birthday, tears were always to be incoming.

Now this is most probably because I am a cry baby… yes folks… full on cry baby am I. I cry if I am happy, sad, or angry! I have an empathetic spirit, so emotions run very very high within this vessel. I think my girls figured it out early on, deriving much joy in knowing my reaction showed my true happiness at their gifts. It did not help, however, that there were three of them and they turned it into a competition at times. To this day I am not sure why they behaved this way… it’s kind of funny.

Now that you know I am a big baby, we can try to make some grown up and mature explanation of a really great reason to cry for Joy… I have a laundry list of crying sessions… hmmmm… Oh! I did cry yesterday when I.V. said some very sweet things regarding a piece I wrote. You all better not start acting like my kids and saying stuff to see if I cry… just teasing.

In truth I love your comments and responses. Connecting with others brightens my days and whether my tears are of Joy or simply emotional responses, both enrich my spirit. Who knows, maybe if the world would let themselves freely cry to express feelings, there would not be so much anger out there. Ah well, pipe dreams I guess… Most likely we would end up with no job, no money, and the economy would crash aside from the Pet stores. There would be emotional support animals controlling everything… schools, businesses, and mainly Government (They are all crybabies anyway).

Well, it is Monday September 4th, and I am off to adventure with my great panther Brodie, and I will probably cry if he dies again. Happy Labor Day!

Oh, don’t forget to take your treat with you when you leave.

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