Tears

When I was a kid, I thought tears were horrible. Crying was the worst thing. It meant that I was hurt. Weak. Sad. Frustrated. Angry.

Tears meant a lot of things.

Now that I’m a father, I realize that tears mean growth.

Sometimes I have to let my son cry and that hurts. But I know that he’s learning something in that moment.

Consequently, he may learn that he cannot trust me for everything. But that’s just like spirituality. Sometimes I cry and wonder why God would let something bad happen to me. And when my tears are long gone, I grow. I may feel hurt along the way, but I’m also stronger.

***As a sidenote, I didn’t let him cry today.***

 

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