The Sweetest Thing...

...have you ever had a day where you just needed to sit back and cry! Well, I had one of those moments yesterday when I felt overwhelmed with what was going on with my life and day. This prompted me to the poem I read some years ago by Iyanla Vanzant, titled, Yesterday I Cried. Before I post the poem, I wanted to say thank you to my son. There are times, when I tell him to do something over and over ....and over again. And I rarely feel like he listens or notices things that are going on around him, other than the latest sneaker or new songs downloaded on his iPod.

Well, yesterday in the midst of my crying, who appears but my son, my baby, the sweetest thing I know. He hands me a tissue, wraps his arms around me and tells me that everything is going to be alright and then he looks into my eyes with his huge, beautiful brown ones and gives me a smile! My heart melts, just as it did when he was first born and the DR laid him on my chest. I love this young man with all of my heart and can not imagine my life before him. Though his room rarely stays clean for more than an hour, he is my biggest and greatest fan as I am his!

So here you go...in case you have one of those days!

Yesterday I Cried

Yesterday, I cried.

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.

I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired, or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected,

and disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others

did to me the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,

to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does come a time when

the only thing left for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew

that I didn't know that my soul knew everything that I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because...Yesterday, I cried with an agenda!

by Iyanla Vanzant