Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire
At thy will.
How can we show you how we feel?
You have given us your riches
We love you so.
Love, love, love, love
In the Gospel there is love
Love thy neighbor as thy brother
Love, love love.
With Mother’s Day right around the corner, love is definitely on my mind. Some of it is forced, as I peruse through my Facebook news feed and see memes about how the love of a mother is the only true love.
But ultimately, I have been thinking about love a lot because I am a human being who loves other human beings (and my cat).
I’ve always thought the way we talk about love is pretty ridiculous. As a society, we hold up romantic love as the pinnacle of “love achievement.”
Valentine’s Day is a billion dollar industry and we invest a lot of our time in celebrating this epitome of romantic love.
But there is more to love than just romantic love! I have always said (and I realize the privilege of being able to say this) that I have been “in love” for my entire life. I have always loved my parents – even when I didn’t show it. I have always loved my siblings – even when I would swing down from the top bunk and kick my sister in the face and then pretend to be asleep when my dad would come to discipline me. For as long as I can remember I have loved our planet and I have tried to take care of it as you might expect from a woman whose father wrote this book ?
With all of that, why do we not celebrate love every day!?
It is true, the love I have for my mother and the love I have as a mother are completely unique.
I truly think that my mother is a remarkable woman. Despite the challenges we had when I was growing up, I have never doubted that my mom would do anything for me.
Indeed, I feel that way about my own daughter. E may infuriate me, hit me in the face (if you have any advice on getting through this phase, please share in the comments!), and give me heart attacks daily because of her daring nature; but let me tell you, I would do anything for my little girl. The love I already feel for A is the same. Although I am sick and tired of being pregnant, I want what is best for her and would do anything to make sure she lives a fulfilled life.
What about you? What is your favorite kind of love?
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