May 19, 2009 by Shannon
I am a crybaby.
There. I said it. When something sets me off, the waterworks just don’t stop. I don’t really get the big, heaving sobs. My tear ducts just suddenly morph into mini waterfalls.
So just thinking about how I’m going to say goodbye to my friends and co-workers on Wednesday — let alone the on-air goodbye to viewers — has me welling up already. Man, I should have bought up some Kleenex stock last week.
On Monday, I got a hint of things to come during a talk with my boss. He said some really nice things about how I’ll be missed in the newsroom and how I could easily return to the business later on, if I so choose. Then he told me my skills and abilities will not go away once I leave the station, and my tear ducts unleashed.
What a relief to hear someone say those words — your skills and abilities will not go away. In my heart, I know I’m no less talented for choosing to stay home with my son. But that doesn’t mean a tiny little voice in my head isn’t there trying to convince me otherwise. I’ve struggled with this for weeks now, ever since I decided it was time to step out of the work force. As I tried to explain to my boss (through a wad of tissues), I fear that I might devolve into some zombie version of my former working self. But whether he knows it or not, my boss said exactly the right thing at the right time to help quiet that fear.
So I’m feeling better regarding that issue, but I’m sure my tear ducts will still find plenty of reasons to embarrass me during the next couple of days. So I’m mentally preparing myself for lots more tears, tissues, and the ultimate embarrassment — crying on-air. People tell me it’s okay if I cry. I just hope I can talk.