So....you know how thoughts from your childhood carry into your adult years? For example, I always thought my mom had beautiful hands and I wanted to have long, delicate fingers like her. Also, I remember people commenting on how great my mom looked for having seven kids. In my childhood mind I was proud and wanted to be like that. Well, when I was little I also hated crying. To this day I despise crying. I guess, to me, it is a weakness. I bet Tyler has only seen me cry a handful of times the whole time we've been married. This said, I hated sad movies when I was little. Dumbo for one, Pinocchio, etc. Well, everyday after the gym I race home to feed Madden his cereal. At the same time, I'm getting London's lunch ready, hurrying to change a diaper, cooking my eggs or chicken (if that's my lunch), and entertaining a three year old at the same time. By the time the kids are fed and Madden is playing in his walker, I finally get to sit down and relax to eat......Did I say quietly? Because London never leaves me alone. She wants me to start a movie, or read a book, or get her crayons, etc. So this was happening the other day and I was frustrated with her. "London! Let mommy eat in peace!" I begged. She pleaded for me to read Dumbo to her. Eventually I obliged and began to read the story. I was hurt for Dumbo when he was teased and began to cry during the part where his mother reached through her bars and rocked him. Just typing this makes me teary. The whole time I read the book and cried I was thinking, "What the heck is wrong with me?" London looked up at me because of my shaky voice and remained quiet throughout the rest of the story. When it ended, I looked at my two beautiful children. My angels are my life. I suppose that motherhood has made me soft. But, I related to Dumbo's mother and ached for his suffering. I love my children. I'd hate for them to suffer ridicule like that little baby in that STUPID movie! At the end, London turned around and gave me a kiss and said, "I love you, Mommy. Thank you SOOOO much for reading that to me. You can eat your lunch if you want." Ouch. As my dad reminds me frequently, this time shall pass. So, I will gratefully and happily continue to read to my little girl even in the most inconvenient circumstances. But, I still hate crying and whoever wrote Dumbo has a sick mind playing with people's emotions!