Sob Say You?

This today in a posting by a local church about upcoming services:

Enter and exit through the ramp door at the south end of the parking lot. Masks are no longer required for worship; however, the crying room is still temporarily closed.

I wondered about this. Who is crying in the crying room? Is this a room for grieving adults or screaming babies? And where is such a room? In the basement? Across the street?

So I googled it. And found out, despite having attended church religiously for at least, oh, maybe fifty times in my life, that crying rooms are common. They are spaces at the back of a church set aside for fussy children and their sweaty, beside themselves parents.

One site I found went so far as to criticize parents for letting their kids use the crying room to run amok. I had no idea.

I think the crying room should be reserved for people – of any age – who have just had it. These would be people who are wrung out – young and old – and no longer have the wherewithal to keep a stiff upper lip.

The crying room should be the place for undifferentiated weeping. Unqualified weeping. Free to weep would be the motto, the saying stitched on the quilt hanging on the wall, the one made by one of the beloved church ladies, the one who keeps the coffee urn full and brings the donuts in between sewing patches on her quilt.

Free to weep. No questions asked. You cry, sob, choke up, hiccup, blow your nose, again, and then go join the rest of the congregation singing Hymn # 506. Recovered and calm and smiling at crying babies spitting up on their parents.


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6 Comments on “Sob Say You?

  1. LOVE your idea. Maybe even institute a lottery if needed so that the unhinged one can be alone.
    As a young mother, I wanted one of those in my house, but … Sitting in the car in the garage worked sometimes too. If it wasn’t too hot or cold outside.

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