So then I cried... twice

I was never much of a crier, I spent years not shedding a tear at all. I staunchly refused to shed tears over boys who had done me wrong, or girls at school who took delight in deception and petty backstabbing. I did not cry when I left my daughter's father nor when I found out a couple of months later I was pregnant.

Just like so many other parents have admitted though I became a cliche once TC was on the outside of my body. I cried at commercials, I spent weeks in tears after September 11, I cried when I saw something beautiful, when I had a fight with my mum, when I burnt dinner, when the washing got on top of me & especially when I looked at my baby/toddler/smallchild/and now pre-teen daughter and realised that *I* made and was completely responsible for this person!

Er so before we get even more sidetracked as the title suggests I cried twice, in public and at the footy no less.... And it’s not even the finals!

Before the Swans vs St Kilda game on Sunday there was the GF of the International Games (or something I don't know we missed the game). There were male, female and mixed teams from nations around the world here to all play AFL. They had the teams come out and do a lap of the ground they all got introduced and it was like the Olympics (but on a much smaller scale obviously). This is when I found myself tearing up twice in the space of 2 minutes.

The first time was for the team from Japan. Happy guys and girls waving and jumping and smiling, two of them were carrying their flag, on it was written a heartfelt message thanking everyone for their support and donations during the recent earthquakes. I cannot remember the exact words nor did I take a pic as I was blubbering much to TC’s embarrassment. But it was such a lovely gesture and a testament to the beauty of the Japanese people.

A few teams later out came the Peace Team, men and women (there were also a couple of kids on shoulders not sure about their playing status) from both Israel and Palestine who had joined together to play AFL and foster friendship between the Muslim and Jewish communities in their region. They were jubilant holding hands and smiling and waving to the crowd. So happy to be together as a team, reminding us there is more to their part of the world than just the mortar shelling and deaths. It is them in the pic above hugging the Swans mascot Siggy.

Now the end of the story is obviously I was totally hormonal and that night I also cried several times during the Block – it was a proposal I am a sucker for that shit!

xxpt