“Don’t Cry”

“Don’t cry,” often accompanied by the immediate stuffing of a tissue in our hand to catch the offending tear should it slide from our eye, despite the command of our companion.

Seven years of grief conferences, peer support groups, books, journals, research papers, I know that these words are manipulative. Two words couched together to provide control of the situation for the person not in tears. For the soul that dared to be vulnerable, the soul that offered the only gift they had at the moment, their tears, “don’t cry” brings invalidation and humiliation. Humiliation for being weak, and for making things “uncomfortable.” Invalidation, because our tears were deemed inappropriate.

We dutifully clutch the tissue offered in condescension for the drops of our heart sliding down our face. The act of offering a tissue seems so noble, kind even, but it is a signal for the person and their heart to stop with what they are feeling and “get a hold of themselves” or my other favorite, “calm down.”

I find it funny that some find my colorful metaphors – swearing – to be offensive. I learned to swear in grief processing. “Oh fudge” does not quite cut it when one has buried a child. We learn to be okay with what we are feeling, to express it, and then to move forward through those feelings. I find the words “don’t cry” offensive, I would rather be told “fuc* off,” that is honest and clean and can be an opening into dialogue. “Don’t cry” shuts down people.

We tell children not to cry. What an awful thing. What a horrible, dismissive, patronizing, demeaning thing to say to a child. I wonder what would happen in this angst ridden world if we sat with the child as they revealed their tears in a space that was being held just for them. A safe place where they could cry out all that is in their heart and then feel the refreshment that comes with tears. They would have the opportunity to feel the joy that comes with having a creator who gave us our tears. Tears are cleansing, tears are good for our brain chemistry, tears mean that we are humans with feelings and not sociopaths who cannot feel sorrow.

Those two words “don’t cry” speak volumes about the one who spoke them, they are more a commentary on their discomfort than the soul with a tear. If you say “don’t cry,” what are you revealing about yourself? Guilt, impatience, an unwillingness to sit in messy places? Did you feel tears rising in you and you were speaking to yourself as well?

What if we uttered nothing? What if we chose in that moment to honor the tears with silence and to keep space for tears. Tears are sacred, a sacrament. Jesus wept. The writers of the Psalms soaked their pillows and couches with tears.

Tears mean we are practicing to be vulnerable, to peel off the layers of armor, tears allow a glimpse of our inner most being, it is to stand naked from the inside out in front of another human. Tears are the single gift of confidence and trust we can give another soul.

You can come cry at my table. I have boxes of tissues in every room, but I will not offer you a tissue. A dog may come and lie at your feet, or tuck their long nose in the crook of your elbow. A cat may bump their head against your head, or they may be an asshole and shove something off the table, cats decide what is appropriate for the moment. The husky is a calm soul and does not mind the tears that wet his soft domed head. The shepherd pup is starting to tap into her well of empathy and will quiet her antics to lean in and offer her weight as an anchor.

Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are words that cannot be spoken, salty words, sorrowful words, precious and fleeting.

May your tears find rest in safe places. May we become safe places for tears and tired souls.

 

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I am a wife and mother of two sons. Our eldest, Justin, was killed in a car accident September 27, 2010, he was 25 years old.

24 Comments

  1. December 26, 2017

    I love this post so much. Luckily, I have a few people with whom I can share my heart and my tears freely.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Katy. Thinking of you so much with the anniversary and winter weather hard on your heels. This is such hard work, all the time. Wishing you some gentle moments these next weeks.

  2. Shelly
    December 26, 2017

    Thank you for this message that needed to be spoken. Love you ❤️

    • December 27, 2017

      Dear Shelly, I love you too. You have been so much on my mind and I have done a poor job of communicating that to you. Thank you for the gift of your time to read and write such a beautiful note.

  3. Rose
    December 26, 2017

    Beautifully said, thank you.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Rose for the gift of your time to read and write a note, I know you haven’t a moment this season. And thank you for the beautiful surprise. I am tardy in my notes, but what a treasure!

  4. Mary the cryer
    December 26, 2017

    Thank you…emotion is not weakness ,💖😘

    • December 27, 2017

      I loves you.

  5. December 26, 2017

    Thank you, Terri.

    ” We tell children not to cry….” that whole paragraph really strikes home for me as I try to teach my daughter that it is NOT OK that a teacher punished her for crying when she was nine years old. I just learned about that incident this 25th year of her life, but such is the way with Autism.

    Thank you for teaching and reminding us that our learned responses to crying and grief are often more about the comfort of the observer and have nothing to do with compassion at all.

    I am so grateful for your continued sharing.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Melinda for your beautiful note and continued gift of time to read and correspond. May January be a beautiful month of peace and calm.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Dana for the gift of your time to read and write a note, I know this is a busy season. Thank you for your continued encouragement and kindness.

  6. Kate Nilssen
    December 26, 2017

    Thank you, Terri. As several others have said here, you have expressed this so beautifully and well.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you so much Kate for taking the time to read and write a note. Wishing you some gentle moments this season.

  7. Angie
    December 26, 2017

    “Tears … are words that cannot be spoken .” What a beautiful thought. Thanks for putting it into words for us.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Angie for your faithful friendship and blog reading.

  8. Dee Incollingo
    December 26, 2017

    I hate when someone shoves a box of tissues in front of me when an unexpected flow of tears arrive out of the blue when my soul reacts to the pain of losing my daughter, Amy.

    • December 27, 2017

      Yeah, it creates a visceral reaction in me too. Remembering you both this season, I always look forward to January.

  9. Annika
    December 27, 2017

    I always love your thoughts.

    • December 27, 2017

      Thank you Annika. Almost to the other side of another Christmas. Always remembering your Kirsten.

  10. Tracie
    December 27, 2017

    Being the only female in my house, I often get jabbed for my abundance of tears and emotion. The tears I shed for others, and those I’ve shed for my own hurts,fears and even joys, seem to confound my men sometimes. Tears are special, each one carries with it a part of the person that it came from. You can come cry with me anytime, I will probably join you. Hugs my friend.

    • January 3, 2018

      Dear Tracie, Forgive me for taking so long to respond to your beautiful words. Your sharing reminded me of a quote from a dear friend. The world, both religious and secular, were berating me for my tears, the words of a gentle English Dominican friar found me at one of my most low and isolated points. “…the world today stands in urgent need of the tears of the lovers of God.” So dear lover of God, you offer a gift more precious than gold to this cold and suffering world. If I have been the recipient of just one of your tears, than I am rich in all things that truly matter, and humbled by your sacrifice.

  11. Anne Madison
    December 27, 2017

    So beautiful, important, and true. Thank you, Terri. I tell my nieces and nephews who wonder at the tears in my eyes when we part that they are the love in my heart overflowing.

    • January 1, 2018

      Thank you so much Anne. I hope you have a wondrous new year filled with all good things!

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