5 Dec, 13 | by BMJ
I am a man. Really I am. And men don’t cry—correct?
Well this one does—not very often, but when I do it is usually a good moment to pause and reflect on the circumstances. Just to check, you know, that I’m still a real man.
Shortly after the birth of our first child, I stayed up one evening to watch Life Is Beautiful, the wonderful Oscar winning film starring Roberto Benigni. This film should carry a health warning—beautiful yet haunting as it shifts from delight to horror over two glorious hours. The following morning I tried to describe the film to my wife as we sat in bed over a cup of tea, enjoying a rare moment of peace from our newborn daughter. I didn’t quite manage to get the words out as I choked on the raw emotion of the film I had sat through the previous evening, and tears flowed unexpectedly. My wife looked puzzled, but comforted me as I tried in vain to describe the movie, my emotions associated with it and the new responsibilities I now carried as a father. My wife is yet to see the film 11 years on—I think the time will come. more…