to have started blubbing at rembrance parade today?

[workshy]

I was on parade with my brownies today

I don't know anyone who is in the army, I haven't lost any relatives, I don't usually have any strong feelings about today either way and if I'm honest I only went because I volunteer with a group who go every year don't shoot me, at least I'm honest

but when they were laying the wreaths I properly started crying and was desperately trying to hide the fact from the kids I was with

have I suddenly developed some kind of moral compass that I didn't know I have, or is it that now I have kids who are old enough to ask questions, consider the injustice of war etc etc, it has just made me more emotional?

Whatever the reason, it's quite a powerful emotional day.

I blub EVERY year....can't help it.

YANBU to cry

I always get a lump in throat, thinking of the Fallen

no need to hide your sadness at their sacrifice, the children will either not notice or have curiosity piqued and ask questions that you can answer according to age and stage

I don't know about being more emotional after having children but I also weep at the remembrance day parade, every year.

I think as your own children get older it does become more distressing, because some of the soldiers were so young, little more than children themselves.

yanbu

I ha dthe same feeling... Maybe we are thinking about if it was our child.. I know I was.

I wiped away tears as I stood in Sainsburys, but I seem to cry at anything these days, it really got to me thinking about those left behind. I cry at christmas songs, nativity plays, kids doing something nice, vulnerable looking people out and about... I am a one woman waterworks factory. YANBU just human.

YANBU. It is so sad thinking of all the people who died, who growing up I imagined had hopes and dreams for the future then went to war knowing they were likely to die. I think I might get more emotional now I have a son.

I think age and parenthood do play a part.

I was always quite (what's the right word here - philosophical, accepting, level-headed?) about people's fathers or brothers and my friends in the Armed Forces, because they were grown ups who had either done National Service (which was over) or who had chosen to enlist. I was grateful there were people who put themselves at risk, and admiring of their bravery.

But it's different now that I know people who's children have joined up. It's the same voluntary choice, logically it shouldn't feel different. But when it's sons and daughters it does feel different, and the realisation that all those past losses were someone's darling child tends to hit me a lot harder.

I was doing ok yesterday until R4 interviewed an amazing brave woman whose baby was born when her husband was on tour, and then he was killed when their baby was 4 months old. I am 37+2 today and I can't even begin to imagine.

And then they played Nimrod and DH started crying too - he said he hoped our child would never have to live through a war or called to make such a huge and brave sacrifice.

I blub every year. Whilst my brother was in the RAF, Ive not lost anyone so have no personal reason to cry. For me it is thinking about the wasted potential in all those lost lives and seeing those elderly men standing proud and thinking of them as young men, losing friends and going through hell.

I watched the Cenotaph on the BBC and the last Royal (Duke of Kent?) lost his father in WW2 and I'm sure he kissed the wreath and murmured "thank you"

Very moving.

Not at all unreasonable. In church yesterday this clip was played before the silence was observed - not many dry eyes in the building as we watched it