Crying used to be something I denied doing. I didn't like the thought of being viewed as sensitive, because I equated it with being weak and "too feminine" (which, of course, I equated with "bad," because toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny are real). But I was, and always have been, a crier. As I got older and, I think, smarter, I embraced that undeniable truth. Then I became a mom and my crying reached a level I never could have imagined. And that's when I realized there are some truths about being a crier when you're a mom that just put you in a new category of emotionality.
It's not that I'm always sad. Yes, I cry when I'm sad (sometimes a lot) but I also cry (sometimes a lot) when I'm happy or just generally moved. And I don't even have to be really sad or really happy. Just a little nudge out of "neutral" will do it. Like, have you ever seen Kristen Bell (patron saint of criers) weep upon learning she'd be meeting a sloth? It's like that, and she put it perfectly when she talked about it with Ellen: "If I'm not between a three and a seven on the emotional scale I'm crying."
Same, Kristen. Same.
So what can you expect from a weepy mom? Any and all of the following, for starters: