Does being a mom make me emotional?

This really isn’t a rhetorical question.  In the last week I find myself tearing up at the littlest thing. In trying to retell the tragic tale of Kite Runner to my mom I started sobbing. When a car flew through a cross walk I was crossing with my family I started to cry. When talking to a woman who was due to give birth today I choked up.  As I posted recently, I am on holiday, so maybe I have time to indulge in thinking – and this might be what is making me more emotional.  But I don’t think so.  I think what is going on is that I am a mom (and right now I have the time to remember that). I see the world through the eyes of a woman who knows how blessed she is for having a healthy family. I see the world through the eyes of a woman who understands the fear of losing a child.  And I am a mom who now emphathizes more than ever with other moms regardless of their time, place, or circumstance.