Tiny tears

DS9 has started cycling home on his own from school. (Yes, we’re lucky to live here where cycling is the norm, not the exception.) Which is fantastic for many reasons. Gets me off the hook [just joking!], gives him some freedom, great for his health and self-confidence. And – being 2009, the year Copenhagen is hosting the UN Climate Change Conference– it’s of course great for the environment πŸ˜‰

And when DS9 comes through the gate, cheeks rosy, eyes shining, all togged up with his cycle helmet on and huge school backpack on his pack, it happens. Yes, I get that little ‘Mum’ tear in the corner of my eye…

I think they put those tears into your system when your first baby comes out. I can get one at the strangest times and 9 years later they are coming closer and closer together! πŸ™‚ They normally appear when I hear kids singing Christmas songs (not even kids I know), when people tie the knot (again I don’t necessarily have to know the couple…) and when listening to personal speeches at Danish birthday parties (yes, I may never have met these people before). Or watching kids watching kids’ theatre (?!) and [thanks to OzDane for reminding me about this particular one] seeing the Danish football team’s faces listening to the Danish national anthem (and I’m not even Danish)…

And then there is the killer – when we sing Barndommens Land in assembly hall when the new school term starts. Never fails. This year I thought I was doing really well, cool as the proverbial cucumber. Until we got to the very last verse and – voom – it hit me! πŸ™‚ My favourite teacher always gives me a knowing look when that song finishes because we BOTH can’t stop the tears! LOL

I’m afraid I can’t find a decent English translation of the song, but basically it’s a bittersweet description of the journey from boy to man. I’ve finally decided to stop worrying about how to stop or cover up those ‘Mum’ tears. Yes, I’m going to be terribly philosophical about the whole darn thing and see them as a part of my journey from girl to woman! πŸ˜‰

6 thoughts on “Tiny tears”

  1. I love the term 'mum tears' – I know exactly what you mean. Happened recently to me watching the dolphin show at Sea World of all places! And the australian national anthem when it is sung at assembly at my daughters school too.

    Love reading your blog!
    love the craft, the food and the flylady bits.

    From a dane in Melbourne

  2. Hee hee – the dolphins would probably set me off too! And thanks for the reminder about the national anthem, happens to me when Denmark are playing football…

    Glad you're enjoying the blog – love, love getting feedback! πŸ™‚

  3. I've just started out as a flybaby again – last time i was 'in the game' she was sending out christmas reminders for her holiday flight plan – is that still happening?
    I see you are in action already, and I really want to be ahead of the game this year.

  4. I wished we lived where cycling was practical. With all the heavy traffic and lack of shoulders at the edge of the road, a person takes their life in their hands around here. That and nothing worth while is really close by. I've never been to Denmark but I envy that part about it.

  5. Hi Foxeni πŸ™‚

    Yep, Denmark is definitely bike-friendly – though the weather doesn't always co-operate! ;D

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