I was reading an article recently about toxic masculinity, and I was thinking about how it does us, as men, no good to pretend like we don’t cry, and probably quite a bit of harm. As I have already cried multiple times this morning for various reasons, I would like to go publically, on the record, and say I cry all the damn time.
I just cried watching a video of Drew Brees throwing his 540th touchdown pass.
Over the weekend I cried when the graduating seniors danced their final Nutcracker performance, and I don’t even have a graduating senior.
I cried the first TWO times I saw Hamilton.
I cry in movies when I see daughters achieving their dreams.
I cry when I think about things that will be hard on the kids when they get older.
I cry when I see school shootings on the news.
I literally got a tear when I typed that previous line, because holy crap.
This morning I got choked up during the Lobby sing when we were singing Jingle Bells and pretended like I was coughing and I don’t even know why, other than the fact that childhood is fleeting?
And I think, for my sons’ sake, it’s time to stop pretending like I don’t, or trying to cover it up when it happens like it’s something to be ashamed of.