Why oh why is it necessary to become an emotional mess after becoming a parent? Do the nurses hang a bag of Crybaby Serum to the IV while you're asleep in the hospital bed? Ever since welcoming my punk into the world, I have been unable to control myself whenever I hear any stories about people who may be sad or sick. Besides being a complete mess over actual heartbreaking events that some friends have had to endure lately, my poor maternal heart can't even handle it when I watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition. And when my baby was a week old, I happened to see a man with a disability trying to hustle across an intersection in the snow, and I started crying right there in the passenger seat of my car as we drove by. Before giving birth, I would have felt for the guy, but the tears would have stayed where they belong. In my eye balls. At least, I think that's where tears are stored... right?
So, for my new thing this week, I cried while taking a tour of the Make A Wish Foundation.
No, your eyes are not deceiving you. This psychedelic, purple room is magic! It is called the Wishing Room and it is at the top of the Wishing Tower in the Make A Wish building. As you can see, my little buddy was enthralled with our private tour.
He's a tough little guy; he didn't even cry when we read a book about what it's like to have Cancer, illustrated by a 5 year-old Cancer patient and written by his mother. And I even managed to hold the tears back until, at the end of the book, my friend and tour guide informed me that the little boy died a few months later.
Can someone get me a tissue?