I admit it, I cry at the drop of a hat at certain times of the month (ladies you know what I mean), but there are a few things that are guaranteed to get to me:

I just read a book by Kristin Hannah called “Winter Garden.”  It details the sacrifices a mother made for her family, and in this book they were extreme.  As a mother reading something like this, makes you wonder how far you would and could go for your own children.  Romance novels can make me tear up, but usually in a happy way.  The couple finally gets their heads out of their butts and they get it together, that is always fun to read.

I watched a movie a few months ago called, My sister’s Keeper, about a family that specifically decided to have another child to create a bone marrow match for their older daughter who suffers from leukemia.  It was gut wrenching.  You knew what was going to happen, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch.  I am not a big Cameron Diaz fan, but she nailed her part in this movie as the grieving mother that was trying to control a situation that can’t be controlled.  Abigail Breslin, always wonderful, played Anna the genetically engineered youngest daughter.  This movie had me in tears from about ten minutes into the movie until about ten minutes after I turned it off.

“Grey’s Anatomy” has had a few episodes that really got to me.  I am a fan of Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and when his character, Denny Duequette, died after a heart transplant I was bawling!  Another episode had two victims of a train accident (I believe) impaled on a long pole, and it is discovered that removing it will kill one of them.  Watching the young woman say goodbye to her fiance was heart breaking, even though it is just TV (as R likes to tell me).

Oh, and “Marley and Me” both the book and the movie makes me cry.  Again, you know what will happen but it’s the getting there that was moving.  And no, it isn’t just about a ‘bad’ dog!

And then I think there are the givens: When I fight with R I usually get upset and cry.  When something big happens to one of the kids (C graduating from Middle school had me tearing up a bit, the kid’s first day of kindergarten, when they get hurt-though I try not to let them see me worried in cases like this).