The other day my son came home from school and told me they read The Story of Ruby Bridges.
“Who was the president guy again?” he asked.
Now, I am notoriously horrible with presidents. Really bad, so I was like, “Well, let’s look it up.”
Seconds later I’m reading the story of Ruby Bridges on Wikipedia.
And then, I start bawling like a baby.
It had been an emotional day and I just totally lost it.
And it felt fantastic!
“Why are you reading it in that strange voice?” my son asks.
I continue reading in half choked sobs.
“Mom, stop it,” he pushes me a little.
I stop reading and just cry a little.
“Mom!” he shakes my shoulders.
“Let me cry!” I say, “It’s terrible and beautiful. I’m sad and I’m gonna cry.”
It was releasing. In a little part, for just a moment, I felt the beauty of humanity’s best and the sadness of our worst. I hadn’t cried in so long it felt fantastic!
I tried recounting my experience to my husband.
“I’m sorry you had such a bad afternoon,” he says.
I blinked. Bad? The whole crying thing was the highlight of my day.
And then I remembered my son’s response.
So, in short, I’m glad I’m a woman.