There is nothing like a good cry. I had one tonight. Not over what you might think. I cried for an olympic ice skater that lost her mom to a heart attack on Sunday and skated for 3rd place tonight. I cried as if I knew the poor girl with no mom. I cried wanting to tell her that even though I am not her mom, I am a mom. I wanted to tell the girl that I was proud of her. I know, crazy.
The cry released the tightness in my chest, it allowed me to breathe. It's been a couple of weeks without that tightness.
I'm grateful for the cry but seriously sad for the girl.
Malicious Extrapolation
9 years ago
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