Well, not motherhood itself, but ever since I've had kids, I've turned into a big mushy mess. During pregnancy, of course, the hormones were flying. I would cry if I burnt my toast or missed one of my favorite shows. I thought that I would get back to normal once I had the baby. Wrong.
Let me preface this with "I'm not a crier". I'm not. I am the one in the family who is pretty together when it comes to emotions. But now I have to say I'm a crier. Well, a closet crier. I prefer to do my crying away from people and in front of commercials or silly chick flicks. The big one lately to bring tears to my eyes is this one:
I discovered this commercial when I found my 3 year old sitting on the couch sobbing her little heart out watching it. I guess she gets her emotional strength from her Mama.
I cry at one of my favorite movies, Armageddon. (Okay, don't laugh too loud, I like cheesy movies). You know, the part where Liv Tyler has her hands on the computer screen, saying goodbye to her dad (Bruce Willis). "No, Dad, don't go, Dad, no...". Ugh, I have tears in my eyes now...
And don't get me started on Steel Magnolias, The Sex and The City Movie where Carrie gets stood up by Big (really, sick, I know), even tv shows like Intervention and The Biggest Loser. I'm as tough and strong as the next gal, don't get me wrong, but I just fall apart when it comes to what I would have, prebaby, called "cheese".
I refuse to watch certain movies with my husband because I know at certain parts he'll do the lean and look. You know, where he slowly leans over and looks to see if I'm crying, and if so, he teases me. This is not the woman he married 13 years ago. I think he's having fun with it.
Just so you know, I draw the line at Titanic.