“Crying is cleansing. There’s a reason for tears, happiness or sadness.”
Today’s story is contributed by Caryn Payzant.
Some people want you to believe that real men don’t cry.
But William Coleman, my dad, has shown me that real men cry, are compassionate, thoughtful, and carry a hankie.
Maybe it was because before he was twelve years old, he was raised by a single mom. While she was at work, his maternal grandmother took care of him. Maybe it was because he married the oldest of three daughters. Or maybe it was because he had three daughters of his own.
Whatever the reason, my dad has always been able to tap into his feminine side. And, he’s shed more than a few tears along the way.
It can start with a sad movie, hearing about someone’s struggles, cheering for a favorite cause, or even while listening to the Star Spangled Banner. Ever so subtly, my dad’s lips start quivering and his eyes start to water. His voice will catch and then he’ll take a deep breath or two in order to regain composure.
I thought all dads did this kind of thing so I was never embarrassed by his actions. I learned from my dad that it was OK, even for men, to feel deep emotions and show tender moments of both joy and sorrow. READ MORE