I cry in therapy too. But every year my two granddaughters are in dance recitals. They are in a couple of different numbers, but when they come out and do their ballet, I can't hold back the tears. These are the same girls that fight with each one minute and want to sleep together the next,argue about which show to watch but share a blanket to wrap up in ten minutes late.
On stage they are the perfect little ballarinas. I am the proud nana but the tears just run down my face. I don't know why.