Did you ever see your mum cry other than at the death of someone.

Yes - a few times. She was quite an emotional person and felt things very deeply, but she didn’t cry for no reason. I made her cry once when I was about 10 and I made a personal comment about the shape of her nose. She must have been sensitive about it, although I think now that there was nothing wrong with the shape of her nose! I was being very rude to her - don’t know why. She died a few years ago, bless her. The fact that I said that and that it upset her, still haunts me to this day. I had no filter as a youngster and I don’t much like my younger self

My mum cried at the slightest thing, anything sad or happy, tears of emotion. She would pull her apron over her face: she knew she was overreacting.
The only time I saw her really cry was when she was desperately short of money.

Yes when I was a child, usually in relation to her elderly parents in rural Ireland. When a letter arrived from “home” she’d often shed a few tears reading it and think we hadn’t noticed. Then she’d quickly pull herself together and carry on as normal.

I came home from work to find my mother weeping holding a letter, she told me it was for my older sister from the ante natal clinic, I was 15 and didn't know what the ante natal clinic was. she has to explain

No never. Not even when my brother died aged 26

She was brought up to have a stiff upper lip and was told if anyone asked how she was to always answer "fine thank you"

Sounds similar to my mum Ladyleft

During mum’s last illness she was in hospital and I went to visit. I had to wait a while and when I was finally allowed in her room she had obviously been crying. I think she had realised her end was nigh. She was a nurse so would have known what was happening.

Just 12 mnths ago my mum was in her last week of her life, she had asbestosis. I had never seen my mum cry she was 85.

But I could see she had cried that week as her eyes were all red. It makes me cry just writing this.

I was quite a wild teenager, and the only time I can remember my mum crying was when I got home one night about 1am having been out with my boyfriend of the time and a group of other mates on motorbikes. She had spent the previous hour ringing round the local A&E departments as she was convinced I’d been involved in an accident. I felt terrible, and never did it again without ringing her from a call box to say where I was.

Never, ever.

I only saw my mother cry once and it was when I was 20 and told her I was pregnant. She thought I'd ruined my life. Despite the fact I wanted to be pregnant. She soon changed her tune and was totally devoted to her granddaughter.

My youngest daughter was appalled a few months ago when she saw/heard me cry for the first time ever. A robin I'd been following on FB had died and I was devastated.

She'd seen me cope with dying parents and friends and nothing had brought a tear to me. But this robin sure did.

My mum cried at weepy films and used to set us all off. The Glenn Miller story in particular.

One day I came home from school and my mum and all our close neighbours (aunties) were crying in our kitchen. President Kennedy had been shot.

No I rarely saw my parents cry. Both cried when my dad had another affair and the repercussions of that being found out .
Also when my first child was born and when my brother's only child was born.
And as you say during grieving times of various deaths.
Dad was raised men don't cry and mum had a tough childood and she probably hid it well.
Interesting topic.
I'm an emotional wreck and cry a lot !

So sorry katie49 and nexus63. I only remember my mum crying a few times; once I found her crying in the kitchen, but I don't know the reason, I was only 4, maybe just sheer boredom of being at home, mainly on her own, with two small children away from family and friends? The second time was when her youngest brother died in his late 20s, suddenly.

My mum cried when I was small for "major" things mainly but also with joy and laughter.
My dad also wept.

He actually laughed sometimes till he cried and could hardly breathe. He cried with sorrow, grief, pride, of if something moving happened on the news, in the theatre, a bitter-sweet occasion, a wedding even. Obviously at funerals.

Basically they laughed and wept together throughout their lives. I feel truly blessed to have had this in my life.

My Mum cried at the drop of a hat ! Happiness, sadness, past, present, real or fiction or anything in between. We usually ended up telling her to pull herself together! Which she usually did and we had a chuckle about it afterwards.

My mother's brother died age 36 due to medical negligence. She cried then. I was only 6 and didn't really understand why.
I arrived home from school one day to find her weeping, she had lost her wedding ring. She had been ironing and I found it between some neatly folded sheets.
Those are the only times I remember my mother crying.

My mother used tears as a weapon, with my father and with us. She could cry at the drop of a hat. When I was younger I used to get very upset when she cried but because she used it so often, I have become immune. She is 89 now and doesn’t bother crying at me as it has no effect anymore.

Yes, my Mum did cry when Dad was seriously ill, he did recover, but died some years later.
The worst was early in her dementia, she knew something was very wrong, it made me feel so very sad and helpless.

My 'father' did the same nexus.

mother was battered every weekend, she moved and kept taking him back, police would get involved but she never charged him i used to feel sorry for her but i think the last straw was him verbally abusing me and then trying to have sex with me, i was the one that had to move out, she cried every time he hit her but nothing for me.

My mum had osteoarthritis as I do and she also had migraines. We did hear her crying it was usually because of the pain and having all of us to look after.
My mum and dad rowed usually because of lack of money but my didn’t cry after a row. She was only about 5ft 1inch my dad was 6ft 3 inch she would run after him with a frying pan. She was very feisty and fiery but she wouldn’t actually hit him.

Only once. I was nine and came home from school to find her sitting by the fire in floods of tears. We were an army family and my father had received a three year posting to Hong Kong. My father had gone ahead and we were partly packed up getting ready to follow. That day my Mum had been notified that Dad had been sent up to the Korean War and we were to stay behind indefinitely. No wonder Mum was upset, it was only snail mail for contact in those days. My immediate reaction was that he might get wounded, hardly a cheering up thought for Mum. He wasn’t a fighting soldier though but an admin man. We were two years on our own, we three children were aged 9, 6 and 2 and no family near by. Tough for the mothers in those days.

My father dies of cancer when he was 45 and I was one of 7 children. I remember hearing my mum crying in the bedroom one day when she was worrying about how she would manage. She did a very good job of bringing us up on her own.

Never (thankfully)