Why we should all howl again!
I always used to wonder what's going on with my mom, because she's what you like to call "built close to the water". Whether the friend of the neighbors' friend was seriously ill, the daughter of relatives of neighbors had broken a leg, or someone on television had died: she cried at every opportunity. At the time I found that a bit absurd, as a teenager almost embarrassing. Today nobody understands them better than me.
Especially since I'm a mother, I have to cry constantly. A psychologist once told me that many mothers cry especially often because people with children have better access to their feelings. But basically I have that too. What I do not like (and almost never do): howling in public or in the presence of others. I am ashamed of tears. Whether they arise out of anger, grief or despair, they make me uncomfortable. I used to hide in the office in a printing room a few years ago because I had to cry. And of course sometimes on the toilet. Sometimes I also try to suppress tears in front of friends or my family. There are worse things to do than to care for a bit. That frees the soul. Do you already look at small children. The howl and scream everything out neatly? and then they are happy again. However, I'm almost 40 and still crying for little things: I'm embarrassed.
They are often trivia
When I cry, it's mostly because of nothingness. Because a friend has thoughtlessly said something hurtful. Because I've asked ten thousand times to throw the dirty laundry not just somewhere but in the laundry basket, but no one ever listens to me. Because it is just so sad when the mother-in-law Sissi takes away the child in the movie and so beautiful when they meet again. The other day I began to sob, because I had dragged myself sick and tired to the daycare to pick up the children and then the key in the lock and we were sitting in front of the apartment door, Because it was the little thing that literally overcame the cask.
This was one of the situations in which my five year old daughter saw that I am sad. She was slightly shocked? and above all very empathic. She tried to comfort me. Only ten seconds ago, I was uncomfortable that I was so beside the track. But when she wrapped her arms around me and my other daughter tried to hug us both, more tears came. That was a very nice, intimate moment, even if that sounds kinda weird now. After that we laughed and I felt better. It has shown how closeness can arise, even when one cries in front of others. I think it was good that I showed my children at that moment: It is not that bad to cry. Not even when you grow up.
Actually, I am very tough
Normally, I do not look like I'm crying with everything. I do not want that. But why? Howling in 2017 is absolutely socially acceptable. At every Oscar ceremony more water flows on stage than down the Rhine every day. Even in German television, the weeping with emotion has become absolutely acceptable: When Dunja Hayali, for example, last year with tears in her eyes held her emotional speech against xenophobia, that was not embarrassing, but only touching. Anyway, I never find it difficult with others when they cry. That's why I should stop with me too.After all, howling is something really wonderful: According to studies, it reduces stress. There is also an enzyme in tears that can kill almost 90 percent of all bacteria. And it connects: Crying together can be very helpful. Even if it's just a sad movie. The other day, when I put my daughter to bed and told her that I'm proud of her for doing something well, she replied, "I'm very proud of you too, Mom!" Of course, my tears came back to me. I just did not hide it this time, you explain that this time I'm crying for joy? and briefly thought of my mother. It finally taught me that crying is really nothing bad. I just forgot it for a moment.
