Reflecting like oil in the street

Russia really stimulated the mom side of me... hanging out with 3 year olds, plus our team leader's kids... I have a lot of reflections about the week, but I'm not sure how to go about displaying them... Part of me just wants to sit and cry. I almost started crying like 6 times throughout the day on Saturday, ah it was hard. I read Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl on the plane and it says that we can't experience life without suffering and death, but that tears are good because they remind us that suffering takes courage.