Growing up the one sentence I heard the most from both my mother and father was – I love you. When we woke up they said it, when we left for school they said it, when we went to a friends house, when we called them on the phone, or just were going outside to play – they said it. Literally I can not even count how many times they would say it to all four of us in one day.
What happened from this habit was I grew up knowing that if everything else in the world went wrong, there was one thing I could be sure of. I was loved. It brings tears to my eyes really thinking of the gravity of this.
There is a sense of peace that comes from those three words.
It’s the same sort of peace I get from God. I know that no matter what I do I am loved. I know that no mater what other huge crazy things are happening in this world, I am loved. I know that even though God has bigger and better things to worry about he cares about my worries, about my prayers. We as humans can not comprehend this. We don’t fully understand how God can be there and care about the things we care about but also care about starving children, people living in dictatorships with no personal freedoms, genocide and beyond. It’s truly amazing.
My parents have made many a mistake in life. Don’t we all. BUT the greatest gift they ever gave me/us was the gift of love and with that love has come forgiveness.
I’d like to think I’ve done less terrible things to my parents or that affected my parents than my brother and sisters [ha - that's the competitive first born in me speaking] but the truth of the matter is that I am sure I have hurt my parents just the same as my siblings. BUT my parents never bring up anything I did in the past. They forgive me. They love me. They are proud of me.
Yesterday when I saw my 26.2 Reasons Why I Run post the first two people[besides my husband] I shared it with were my dad and my mom. I wanted them to say they were proud of me. They did. http://anothermotherrunner.com/2011/12/18/why-i-run-dorothy-beal/
I once asked my parents why they said I love you all the time. I vaguely remember them saying that if something were to happen to me ever, they would want the last words that came out of their mouth to be that they loved me. We would want you to remember that.
Isn’t that awesome?
Even if we were in a fight or they were mad at me. It always ended with an I LOVE YOU.
……so I know…..
no matter what happens in life, no matter who likes or doesn’t like me that I am loved more than I can understand….
…..same goes for God…..
I can not understand His love but it’s there and it’s probably even greater than the love of my parents, even though that too makes no sense to me.
This morning my insomniac middle child came running into my room in the 4′s. He jumped into bed, half asleep and wrapped his arms around me. He whispered in my ear – I love you. It is the first time I can remember that he has said it first to me with out prompting.
It was the sweetest I love you anyone has ever said to me….he meant it with his whole being
I am his mom, his only mom forever and ever……amen.