What Love is About

Posted on | October 21, 2011 | 6 Comments

I’ll admit, I usually (read: pretty much always) fall asleep with my son in my bed.  He likes to “‘nuggle” to go to sleep and I like the sound of his breathing when I wake up in the middle of the night.  Last night I had a few things I wanted to do, so I let him fall asleep in bed without me.  He cried a few times, asking me to come lay down, and I always responded I’d be there “in a minute” as I sat with my feet up, snacking on pimento cheese and watching Grey’s Anatomy.

This morning, I woke up in my bed with my son snuggled close beside me.  He opened his eyes, looked at me, and grinned: “You came back, Momma, you came back!”  He was giddy with excitement that I’d kept my promise… that I’d snuck in while he was sleeping and laid down beside him, just as I’d told him I would.

And it occurred to me that THAT is what I’m really teaching my child every day of the week. 

He understands that I go to work every day and he goes to school.  He giggles when I tell him that “Momma has to go to boring old work and J gets to go play with his friends.”  He loves his teachers and his playmates and the activities he gets to do while I’m slaving away at my seven to sometime job.  But at the end of the day, what he loves best is that I come back. Every day.

Isn’t that a beautiful thing for both of us?  I love that my son is learning that the people who love you always come back for you.  I love that he knows I will be there at the end and beginning of every day.  I love that he knows that his father comes for him every month, always, and that his grandparents are always just a phone call or a skype away.  I love that in his mind, love means always coming back.

As for me? Well, as for me, I’m learning that every day, too.  I’m learning that the people who really love you… the hearts that treasure and adore you… they wait for you to come back. Always.  Even when you’ve hurt them.  Even when you say the wrong things or do the wrong things or look at them the wrong way.  Love isn’t about someone always being there beside you… it’s not about “what have you done for me lately” or “why didn’t you call”.  No, love is about always being open and ready and willing to wrap your arms around the prodigal son or daughter or parent or friend.  Even when they’ve been gone a long time.  Even when they ignored every email, phone call, or letter.  Even when you wonder if they ever truly loved you in the first place.  Because love isn’t about what they feel or they want.  Love is about giving. It’s about always being there, always coming back, always keeping your promises. At the end of the day, love is about letting someone truly know that they will always have a home in your eyes, in your heart, and in your arms. 

And I’m learning this every day from my son: even when they fall asleep, snuggled close to their Panda and Mickey Mouse… the people who truly love you will always be waiting, arms open, smile ready, with their voices raised in a sweet cry of “You came back!”

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6 Responses to “What Love is About”

  1. Kristy
    October 21st, 2011 @ 9:06 am

    What a wonderful post. I love it. This reminds me of one of my son’s favorite books, Llama Llama Misses Mama. Llama Llama is sad and misses his mama on his first day of school, but he is so excited when she comes back for him. And he literally yells, “Mama, YOU CAME BACK!” I bet you and J would love it. 🙂

  2. Anonymous
    October 21st, 2011 @ 9:11 am

    We have it! He does love that book. There’s also an old Hap Palmer song about My Mommy Comes Back.. he’s a fan of that, too. 🙂

  3. Esther
    October 21st, 2011 @ 9:38 am

    That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a long time.

  4. Lola M.
    October 21st, 2011 @ 10:57 am

    What a great reminder of what’s important!

  5. MaconMom
    October 21st, 2011 @ 11:31 am

    I love this posting! It warms my heart. Thank you so much!

  6. molly
    October 21st, 2011 @ 1:45 pm

    Love this. We’re always learning, aren’t we? It’s the school of life. And I love how these itty bitty people teach us the MOST in our lives.

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