The weight of our tears

I wanted to take this opportunity and talk about a recent incident that made me realize that in all truth, we become our parents.


Growing up, I was never much of a “Cryer” but more of a constant, relentless complainer. Then I made some pretty crap decisions, and life happened.

Overnight I became an incessant complainer and a Cryer. I have shed many rivers of blood (and yes, you read that correctly). (I like to flatter myself and believe that I am none of these things now).

My mother (thankfully) has never been a Cryer, despite their being many tempting moments in her life to move to the dark side.

Until recently, I’ve found my mother’s attitude to my past perceived helplessness hostile and harsh.

However, a recent experience has caused me to realise that my mother’s attitude is the opposite.


Let me explain: I am not your go-to shoulder to cry on, friend, as I have as much empathy as Donal Trump has for Don Junior. Said friend (my sister) was tearful on the phone – she did not cry but was on the verge.

Instead of making sympathetic noises, I could feel a serpent-like heat uncoiling distinctly within me, and I wanted to hit her on the head with a fish physically.

True sentiment. I was furious with her and for want of a better phrase, absolutely livid.

Why?

I wanted to tell her that the weight of her tears far outweighed the importance of anything or anyone.

This is a truth that women too often (including fail to acknowledge), but I wish we would.

When I recount my experience to my mother, she said, “Now you know how I feel.”

Indeed, I do.

Become a Titan

Concurrently, I recognize, that women, especially coloured women with or without children, need the strength of Titans to deal with the unfairness of life, and that’s 100% ok.

We should perceive the “unfairness” as giving us permission to realign ourselves, shift gears and walk, nah, run on that path that fulfils our true nature and potential.

That material which imbibes Titans and Goddesses, let us all find it within ourselves so that we may shine light from within.

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