the long-term effects of childbirth on the emotions
Things that made me cry when I was at boarding school:
nothing. Had to be tough.
Things that make me cry since having children:
atrocities on the news; birdsong; a perfect view; the wearying catalogue of viciousness in the newspapers; laughing too much; my sons breaking yet another object to which their mother was sentimentally attached; my sons telling me spontaneously that they love me; feeling lonely; Disney movies; adverts; anything with babies in it; childbirth scenes on telly; too much beauty; too much ironing; starving children in charity leaflets; not being able to save the world; being exhausted; the endless mind-numbing inanity of negotiating with a three-year-old; unexpected kindness; the smell of a bonfire; presents bought with love; my sweet children; a play on the radio; Isolde’s Liebestodt; PMT; the relentless rolling of time and the deaths of friends; the very thought of dying while my children still needed me; the end of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ (EVERY TIME), the bit in ‘The Railway Children’ when the father returns and Jenny Agutter sees him through the steam and cries, ‘Daddy – my Daddy!’ (this one makes me well up just thinking about it); counting my many blessings; did I mention Disney movies?; all the hurt in the world; my 3-year old throwing his little arms around my neck and smiling, ‘Cheer up, Mummy!’…….sniff…..