The mom cry

By Charlene

It’s been a while since Nolan's made me cry.

For those who have read my personal blog, crazedparent, it's no secret that I adore an Aussie rocker by the name of Rick Springfield. No need to go into the sordid details. I just think he's delicious; it's one of those things left over from my, er, youth.

I don't listen to his music constantly, but he takes up some real estate on my iPod. And since Nolan is most often in the car with me, he, of course, is familiar with my music. He has his favorites, including a Latin song called "Suavemente" by Elvis Crespo and some Mother Goose rhymes I saved on my iPod.

But in the car, he always, always asks me to play a song called "Rock of Life" by Springfield. I comply and we sing it together.

When we were at the park Saturday morning, I decided to take a little break and hang out on the bench while dad and son got some quality time on the swings. I was taking in all the sights and sounds of kids having just plain fun when I started to hear some singing. And I started to feel that someone was staring at me.

The stare was from my husband, desperately trying to catch my attention. The singing? Nolan. With each move up and down on the swing, he was yelling at the top of his lungs.

"I hear the big beat. Rock of Life! Big beat talk to me ... Hey ... WOOOOOOOOH!"

He sang it over and over. He started asking, "Where’s Mommy? Mommy! Mommy! I hear the big beat..."

And that's when I started to laugh. And the tears starting flowing shortly thereafter.

The tears you shed when you're happy and your heart is so full of complete love and wonder of your child that sometimes it just leaks through your eyes.

The mom cry.

Comments

[faith]

The mom cry I totally get. But Rick Springfield!! Oh my Gawd Charleen!!

[AGK]

The one I feel almost daily for what appears on the surface to be silly reasons. But moms get it!