Awhile back my wife and I watched a (so) horrible movie (it made me want to put a bullet in my head) called Motherhood. (I actually wanted to go into my TV and kill Uma Thurmond. I’m not sure if I wanted to put her out of her misery, or myself.)
One of the not funny jokes in the movie is there’s a mother who whenever her child starts crying, she starts crying with him. She explains that it’s supposed to help the child calm down. It’s obviously a ridiculous parenting technique.
But I must admit: When you’ve got to cry, it’s not so bad to have someone to cry with you. In fact, Jesus kinda lived life that way, didn’t He?