There is a sacredness in tears. They’re not the mark of weakness, but the mark of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousands tongues. They’re the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love…Washington Irving. Life is full of happiness and tears, our strength to keep going comes from having faith. Maybe our tears are a gift that cleanse and heal our soul. True, often our tears are private. In moments of solitude, our tears fall from our heart. Our tears may flow to flick of memories, life frustrations, or pure joy. Sometimes my tears are unspoken words. The day M was born produce within me a different intensity of tears. As a parent of a child with autism spectrum disorder, I often fight back tears. However there can be moments that are emotionally overwhelming, uncontrollable tears cascade. I feel with each seed of hope planted within M, my tears are sown in. I believe love of a child bring forth tears of joy and exhaustion regardless of their ability. Today M had a rough morning. He shed many frustration tears. I wanted him to find his inner peace. However, it was hard. M had misplaced his favorite sensory string. We searched the house high and low but to no avail. Hence, M had difficulty adjusting even after leaving home to attend the Kingdom Hall. In honesty, M and I finally just sat in the car for a while listening to spiritual melodies until his tears stop. In those moments my prayer and tears become one. In the end, M peace was restored. He looked at me and said “love you.” M is reminding me tears are a symbol of emotions…revealing we’re human!
Simply a autism mom reasoning