“Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offence. Love keeps no score of wrongs; does not gloat over another’s sins, but delights in the truth. There is nothing love cannot face; there is not limit to its faith, its hope, and its endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.” (1 Corinthians 13)
There are so many quotes about love out there, and most of them are about romantic love. But love is not just a romantic or sexual concept. Dictionary.com defines love as:
‘1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.’
Loves takes many forms, and comes in varied strengths. Today, I want to take a look at the love between a mother and her child.
Being a parent is one of those things that people tell you heaps about, but something that no amount of advice or planning can prepare you for. Not only physically and psychologically, but also (and most importantly) emotionally. As kids – and, most notably, as teenagers – we often don’t understand why our parents are the way they are. Maybe we think they’re strict or nosy or overprotective; maybe we feel like we can’t jut do whatever we want, when we want. Many of us have felt some of all of these things, without truly understanding what a parent’s job is.
As soon as a child is conceived, the parents become responsible for nurturing and protecting that life. It is a parent’s job to make sure their child is healthy and safe; to protect their child from harm; to advise them in difficult situations; and to guide them when they’re lost. To the best of their ability, whether said child likes it or it. Of course, there are extremes either way, but you get the general idea. Parents protect their children. This is because parents love their children, with a force stronger than you can ever imagine until you experience it yourself. They would literally walk through fire for their child.
I love my son more than anything in the world, more than words can express. He is my light, my life, and my heart. And he knows that I will care for him and feed him; that I will hold him when he’s sad or scared or tired; that I’ll play with him when he’s bored; and that I’ll drop everything when he needs me. He sees that. He understands that. And he’s only 8 months old. Eventually, when he’s older, he may find my care stifling, my concern annoying. He may brush off my kiss when I drop him off at school, or hurry home to play a video game instead of snuggle up with me for story-time. But, until then, I have that look of love – the one reserved just for me.
Mini Mummi Blogger 🌺
Mini Mummi Blogger is a first time mummy to a beautiful baby boy. Currently on maternity leave, she is looking to put her writing/publishing experience to good use through her blog, helping other mummies navigate through the wealth of often conflicting (and, sometimes, even discouraging) information out there about pregnancy and motherhood. She believes that every mummy knows what’s best for her own baby – even first time mums!
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