MY NEW FACE

“Sometimes with the smallest help your happiness will ascend to heaven”.

My birthday is approaching, so my children and partner are preparing a surprise for me. I love a time when they are so engaged, organized, and excited just to please me.

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And by the way, any gift from my children will cause me to cry tears of joy that I will probably not be able to hold back.

My problem with uncontrollable crying started during pregnancy. You know, that’s when hormones are raging. During pregnancy, I started crying for no reason. The first example of silly crying that I laugh about now was when I dropped a lemon. I tried to throw it into the trash, but I missed, and it fell to the floor.

Silly right? I know, but I can’t fix my wimpy faces.

The pregnancy ended, but the crying didn’t stop. I cried because they put the newborn on my chest, I cried watching the baby try to find my breast, and I cried seeing his peaceful face as he slept. I call these tears of joy. But occasionally, there were also tears of sadness: when the baby cried because of colic. I cried with him when he was teething, and the worst tears of helplessness during all the children’s vaccinations and colds.

Can a woman as strong, independent, and composed as I become such a crybaby?

The answer is “YES”. And the most pathetic thing is that I cry at children’s fairy tales like “Finding Nemo”, “Brave”, or “Inside Out”. Seeing this, my older son says: Mommy, don’t be silly. You’ve seen it hundreds of times, Daddy will find Nemo!

I also melted because they played a song on the radio that sounded sad to me: U2, Adele, or Johnny Cash wins.

I become a crybaby in public places. Sounds even more embarrassing, right?

For example:

When I have trouble with my stroller and need to get on the bus, someone always comes and helps me. Or if I have heavy suitcases at the airport, someone always comes and takes me to check in. Or if I’m busy shopping, someone helps my daughter down the stairs.

All the situations described above moved me to tears. The man who helped me with the stroller said: Don’t worry, I have three children myself. 

A woman with a daughter helped me with my luggage at the Airport and said:

“Let my daughter learn that she needs to help other mothers.”

And my favorite, an older gentleman, took my daughter by the hand and helped her up the stairs. They both had trouble walking, but holding on to the railing together overcame their fear. He was my daughter’s biggest hero that day.

But on the other hand, after giving birth, I’m in a better mood sooner than before. For example, I can laugh at the slightest thing, dance to a beautiful song, and laugh at the same situation over and over again. I simply had to stop watching melodramas in the evenings and replace them with comedies for peaceful sleep.

I’m so, so happy because my birthday is coming up. My favorite cake will be strawberry, cream, and chocolate. Psst, surprise! Family surprises always bring tears of joy to my eyes.

And you, dear moms, do you sometimes have tears in your eyes?