The kind of dad who cries

This is Daily Dadspeak—daily reflections on becoming a dad, while still growing up myself. You can find the full mini-pod audio list here.

I was once lost in Hong Kong. Not really lost, lost. But certainly wandering without a great deal of purpose.

I walked through markets, noted the contrast of beggars and businessman, and watched the spectacular light show across Victoria Harbour. Then I ended up in a concert hall for a modern dance interpretation of J.S. Bach’s music.

In the second act, the mood was somber, and when Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 began, tears started streaming down my cheeks. There was nothing sad, no thought involved. Just emotion emerging from the experience.

I’m that kind of guy.

I’m the kind of guy who cries looking at the colorful fall leaves.

I’m the kind of guy who cries on Black Friday.

I’m the kind of guy who cries thinking about children in the world without good parents, or with low self-esteem.

And I’m a dad.

The kind of dad who’s eyes water looking at photos of his younger kids.

The kind of dad who could cry when you realize Nemo’s mom died.

The kind of dad who cries seeing my kids do things for the last time.

Yes, I feel emotions clearly, sometimes in the simplest of everyday experiences. But no, I’m not emotionally weak, and I’m rarely sad. At times I suffer for others, but more often than not, they’re tears of gratitude that I get to be here and witness this world.

Why am I sharing this? Because I have a feeling I’m not the only one.

So if you’re a dad who cries, know that you’re not alone.

And if you’re a guy who keep emotions at bay, that’s okay too. But don’t be afraid to let it out. It good to feel. Plus, it’s good for your heart.

That’s all the tears I have for today, but I’m sure they’ll come again. And that’s okay .

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