I am a wuss
Things that make me cry:

When dads weep at their children's birth. Male tears are moving. A patient had a baby after eight years of being told she couldn't ever get pregnant due to surgical complications. The couple held their breath all through the labor and when the baby gave her first wail, the dad burst into tears.

When sons weep for their mother at her death. I don't know why I can't take that--daughters at mom's or dad's death, son's at their dad's only make me blink hard, but something about a grown man falling on his mother's dead body and crying "Mama, mama," kills me.

Death of children. I had a patient once whose infant died at 6 months. We induced her labor and she gave birth to a dead babe. The husband couldn't take it and left and the doctor didn't get there in time, so it was just the two of us. I wiped off the baby and laid him in her arms and she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" apologizing for whatever had happened to rob him of life.

That fucking "Little Drummer Boy" Christmas carol. When I hear "Then He smiled at me" I lose it.

Stories by Martin Bell--there's 2 especially, "Barrington Bunny" and "Joggi the Porcupine". I dare you to read them and not bawl.

When my kids do something just incredible and show me what wonderful people they are. My daughter pulled off her mittens at age three and tried to give them to a homeless guy in Toronto. Of course they wouldn't fit and I had to give him mine, but I was so proud of her.

When I realize I missed my chance for true love and it will never come again.

When I scream at my children and feel like the worst mother in the world

Cruelty. To animals, to children, to anything helpless and dependent. There is a special place in hell for those guys laughing and hitting the little raccoon in the PETA video.
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