I said it to my kid recently: I love you with all my heart and soul. It’s true, but the former zealot in me thought it almost blasphemy to use a statement for any but “God.”
Can you allow yourself to feel this full-range, full-color emotion for another? Why not? Isn’t part of what makes us beautiful our ability to sacrifice for others?
I’d die for these kids. I can’t imagine life without them. Bottom line, I’m Crazy about them.
Great joy and pleasure is nothing without them. Happiness is gravel in the mouth if they would not be here.
Is this a God glimpse? Do we understand what kind of Love destroys itself on behalf of another? Or when ones Life is only complete with another?
I lived life all on my own, just fine. Having a child, in a way, destroys you.
Yes, I know many have (had) wrecked relationships with their moms or dads. <3 It’s horrific. MY heart burns and breaks at it.
But for those who authentically love and care for their kids, and those who have been authentically loved and cared for, it’s insane. They are my heart and soul.
And when it comes to Crazy Love, God takes the cake… the whole Jesus story is based on God loving those who’d rather him dead, and love strong enough to extinguish itself for them.
But then again, when you think from a loving parent perspective, there’s nothing strange about this.
The world is beautiful and broken. Why not keep pouring our hearts out into it? (With safety to ourselves ofcourse). And maybe one day, if we realize we’re all One Family, we’ll maybe meet the Real Parent.
Hey Peeps, hope you are doing ok in these times. Lots of hurting in then world, keep your head up. <3