Mom and I were talking one day about crying...wondering why is it that we have such a hard time allowing ourselves to cry.
Are we following in the footsteps of her mother who had endured so much, without tears?
But I pointed out that although she was regarded as strong...she was also regarded as hard. She had a lot of bitterness...her heart was calloused and hardened.
All of a sudden, Mom blurts out, "It has fabric softener in it!"
HUH?
She explained...."the tears soften the fabric of your heart"
I just had to write that one down! *giggles*
: )
