The other day I was chatting with Jason about this and that while Soren was in the kitchen playing with his food. I was in the middle of saying something about going somewhere and Soren yelled from the kitchen "don't go mom!". I told him I wasn't going anywhere and he was quickly contented. He has always had such amazing, keen hearing and I was really touched by how cute he is and I started to tell Jason how I was so happy I could cry. Just then Soren shouted "don't cry mom" --again surprising me with his excellent hearing-- which led to a conversation about how sometimes we cry if we're happy.
I remember when my nephew Atlas was about 4 or 5 years old and his brother Leif was born. He was saying with so much exuberance and emotion "I have a brother" and I knew he was feeling something special. We talked about it for a minute and I asked if he was going to cry or if he needed to and he said "I'm so happy I could cry my head off!"--I love that story with his pure honesty and joy.
. . . one more thought on crying and this next story is meant for laughs
I'm much more of a crier since I've become a mom. It isn't always because I'm overwhelmed with joy but it's a bit of both good and bad times and some of it is totally unexplained. I think I'm a bit crazy as I chuckle to myself. (Disclaimer: this may not be funny to you so you can stop reading now but maybe this disclaimer has sparked your interest more. Read at your own risk.) For example, a while back Jason and I were on a walk and I was singing the words to the Paula Abdul song "opposites attract" when Jason started in and sang "it ain't fiction just a natural fact, we go together 'cause opposites attract. . ." I was sure it didn't go that way. After all, I did do a dance to it in the 7th or 8th grade. I went on to say that it went like this-- "it ain't fiction just a natural 'thing'". Jason thought that was funny and made it rhyme with the word "thing" by singing "it ain't fiction just a natural thing, we go together 'cause opposites attring. . ." I started laughing because I realized I was wrong and his rhyme was funny. . . and then laughing really hard. Then, I started laughing and crying but couldn't stop crying--for a good while. Jason was a bit bewildered but he knows me and hugged me and wasn't sure what was happening. I still don't know what happened but I guess I needed to cry. That's one for the Twilight Zone.
Enjoy video! . . .it all started with Paula.
PS. That video had such appeal-- she's in love with a naughty cartoon but she can dance! Soren thinks it's pretty neat and I'm sure it has something to do with the cat. . . the eighties. . .so fun and embarrassingly awesome.
21 comments:
Love the song. Happy or sad sometimes I need a good cry or just a good laugh. Soren is so cute.
We all need a good cry- I think sometimes when I haven't cried in a while anything a trigger it and then I feel better and move on. kinda like that one night of rejection! And I love that song- I remember my sister and I took a "jazz" dance class together and did Janet Jackson routines.
Cammie, you're hillarious, and so is Soren. :)
you'd be surprise at just how long I laughed at that story. The scene of man comforts crazy crying woman without either knowing why it even is happening is classic. Good one, Cammie!
cammie!! good to hear from you! I love your blog! such great stories and little soren is adorable! my email is tisha.calhoun@gmail.com
I'd love to keep in touch!
NICE!
i remember your dance, cammie. you are da bomb.
in fact, i remember all of your dances. they are seared into memory. so powerful!
dancing, whoosh!
climb up
climb down
dance for that which you move for
tickle the floor
hush! shh! hush!
dance the loud clapper dance!
dance up
dance down
smile, now cry!
you are the intelligent faerie
fly, cammie! Fly!
right back at ya, Charla! Groove is in your heart!
I know exactly what you mean, Cammie! Once I was watching Dolly Parton (yes, DOLLY PARTON) singing on TV and I was telling Vinny how cute she was and I was laughing, then out of nowhere just starting sobbing. Vinny started patting my shoulder and just looked bewildered. Love you!!!!
Megan
I'm just about to go to bed and I'm so glad I just read your comment, Megan! So awesomely funny. I love you! That's why we had such a great and wonderful time living together. I miss you.
When Rich and I first got married I thought it was so funny to pray together. I would laugh so hard that we really couldn't- or at least I couldn't! A few weeks in to our marriage we got home teachers and during their visit they wanted to sing a hymn- I started laughing in the song- silently and when they asked me to read a scriputre I couldn't. I couldn't even talk. I just looked to Richard to say something. I ended up giggling the rest of their visit and at one point I had to leave the room. I can't even imaging what they thought of me!
I have done the same thing. The laughing turns in to crying. The two emotions must be very circular I have decided.
Bridget--Cammie and I would crack-up almost every Sunday during sacrament meeting hymns when we were at byu (and before). Something--maybe habit?--would trigger my uncontrollable laughter, and I inevitably had to leave the room for a few minutes to compose myself. Seriously. Sometimes Cammie got mad at me!--but I swear, she started it!
Oh, and there were definitely tears mixed in with my laughs. Sometimes lots. It was that funny.
I was just thinking about that too, charla. That was so funny.
Hi Cammie, this is Jared and Matisse. Thank you so much for visiting our blog. You are more than welcome to come visit anytime you like. We really love your blog and Soren looks so fun. I was just talking to Matisse about Paula Abdul because I thought your story was really funny and then Matisse said something funny. She said she hates the name Paula Abdul because when she was younger she always thought it was Paul Abdul and that she was a guy. I'm still laughing.
Cammie, do you remember the time in Provo when I felt like I needed to cry so you and Bethany were trying to help me get some good tears flowing? Nothing was working, so we decided to listen to sad songs, but couldn't find any amongst every CD collection in the house. Then, you dug up Michael Jacksons," Man in the Mirror" and I think it worked..hee hee I love you little dancer!
This one has me rolling!! I have had moments like this. One such event (a little bit opposite) happened during a testimony meeting in a youth temple session. I started laughing. it was the kind of laugh that you just can't stop no matter what you do. It was so inappropriate and so uninstigated. I just couldn't stop laughing. Sometimes you just have to laugh, or you just have to cry. I understand even though I think we're both a bit crazy for it. : )
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