I witnessed something in a mall one day that I found most troubling. I saw a father scolding his son for crying.
"You're a boy. Someday you will be a man. Real men don't cry! You learn to suck it up and move on." The father glared at his son, almost with a look of disgust.
As I stared after the two walking away, I saw the little guy reach up to take his dad's hand, and the father's hand pulled away. The look of disgust then became my own. A tear trickled down my cheek, and I wiped it away, hearing my own father's voice echo out of the past.
Today I sit here pondering the things that make me cry. I cry during a sad movie. I cry when I read a book with a sad outcome. I cry during a sad song. Tears flowed heavily the day my mother passed away, and they poured down on the day of 9/11. I cry for my sister who has lost so many loved ones to cancer. I cry out for the soldiers who have given their lives for our freedom, and I cry for the millions of men who have been taught not to cry.
And then it hits me. I remember the news of my father's passing. That was the day, I did not cry.
I have cried since then for the things I miss about him. I am saddened that our history wasn't different.
They are called the Alpha males. Bulls in the herd. They are the dominant bucks among the deer and they have a need to be in control. They puff their chest like the rooster in the hen house, trying so hard to impress the females and intimidate the weaker males. They are the toughest of the men because they don't shed a tear. They feel they are the warriors of our society.
News flash! To those that "feel" you are the kings of kings and the leaders in the tribes. To those of you that feel other men fear you and women bow to your beckoned call. You are the weakest of humans. You are the subculture known as the cave-man, and I say this because you have failed to evolve. I feel sorry for you and I hope you will someday learn that emotions are what make you. Until then....it is for you....that I shall cry!