Mother’s Day is so important and personal. There’s not much I can add save to say “Have a happy day”. I hope you can build new lasting and better memories because you remembered all on Mother’s Day.
If your Moms are alive, wow, then I am extra happy for you.
I love my Mom so much it hurts. Things were so unstable at home, and as a child I was always expecting her to die. The amazing thing is she lived to be 87. I mean the rich and famous hardly ever make it that long. I don’t remember when I lost that fatalism about Mom, but I can tell you it stayed with me a long time. One day, a moment, season, whatever, as if I just woke up one day I could say…..
“I love my Mom so much it heals.”
A talk with my Mom could lift me. She was profound and simple. She was a great listener. When I direct a play, I teach the actors that the audience is in the play and that they are the” listener.” I say this often to actors but when I say it I always think of Mom.
I can go on about my Mom and her attributes but I want to consolidate them all into one word. She loved me.
Simply she loved me and I knew it. There was nothing cryptic or even symbolic to her love, it simply was.
When she smiled she looked into you and she reached your heart. She loved me and I was affirmed because she loved me. There are some 7 billion people in this world and its effect can put you into the box of rejection. Her affirming love made the big into small, the indifferent into the personal. I was loved and I could conquer the world because I could love knowing I was loved.
What I say now is for all. Do not miss the moment to love, even if it hurts. Even if you are the one, the only one showing love, love anyway. How else could Louis Armstrong sing, “I see skies of blue, red roses too….what a wonderful world.” The world is not wonderful … but Love is.
Wendy and her world were opened when she knew my Mom loved her. As I think of it even as I am writing, that’s when I started losing my fatalism about Mom dying. Wendy, my wife, Stephanie’s Mom, loved me. I was sure of this.
Wendy’s love for me was healing my fear of losing Mom.
I could have my Mom for many more years without hurt, but with healing. I could bond with my brother and sister, Mike and Marianne, because I found love again outside my family, making Wendy my new family. Love is bigger than the one who loves because God is Love and He loves you.
He loves me and I know it.
God really loves you.
For some to give love and all its hugs is easier than for others. Situations in family vary. Some situations with family are difficult and painful too. Some are a mixture of all the above and much more.
To all I say give Love.
“What the world needs now is love sweet love; it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.”
Hate is hurt that has gone awry, encamped in a web of fear, bitterness, anger, and revenge. Even rage!
Love is also forgiveness knowing you are forgiven, and if not sure you are forgiven … love is then seeking forgiveness through loving … in spite of the fear of rejection. Love is forgiving others.
What all humans have in common is DNA. We come from the same source and He is Love. Love makes you free to love.
Love another person, love people.
Love till it hurts and finally be healed by Love.
Look into Love’s eye; let Love see inside your heart and be healed of fear.
“He does not turn His face from him but listens to his cry for help.”
