Why does it make us cry? Is it all the emotions roiling around inside us? Every time I get off the phone with either of my boys now, I can’t help but have tears streaming down my face. It doesn’t matter how I try not to, it’s just a deep visceral reaction to hearing my boys’ voices. That funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, the twisting in my heart, knowing that all I can do is advise them, tell them I love them, hope with all my heart all will go well with them. After I hang up the phone I feel empty, powerless, adrift. I need an anchor, thus I immediately call my husband and cry to him. He in his infinite wisdom immediate tells me maybe they shouldn’t call me. What? As if that would help. What do men know of this? That wouldn’t help. At least I know they want to keep contact, and they love me because they DO call me, and text me, and Facebook message me, even if it makes me, the big baby cry, at least I KNOW they love me! So I cry, because I care so much! Duh! Crying is a GOOD thing!