Tears

We took Caitlyn to get her ears pierced today. I sat calmly holding her, while the piercer asked me if I was "okay." Like I might cry or something. I'm not sure why people expect women to break down in tears over the least little thing. She seemed surprised when I told her that it's more painful to pluck a single eyebrow hair and to just go ahead and do it.

I have a no nonsense, "just get it over with" approach to dealing with things that are painful. But just because I don't fall to pieces, doesn't mean I'm broken inside or something. I'd venture a guess that I'm more emotional than a LOT of women. If you know me, you'd know that to be true. Although I am more likely to cry over hurt feelings or broken dreams or the injustices of the world.

I think strong women know which situations require calm and focused mental clarity, and which are worthy of tears. I cry just about every day, and if you happen to be in my company you can be sure my tears are genuine and not being wasted on something trivial.