Three little words.
They can pack a big punch.
But do they, always? Do we say them enough? Do we say them too much that they become meaningless?
The events of this week have got me thinking, as death always does, about love and life in general. I’m typically inclined to say that when someone takes their own life they’re being absurdly selfish. But in this case, with someone so young, there probably wasn’t a selfish motive behind it- the child simply couldn’t comprehend the finality of the decision. I know his family (mom, dad, sisters, brother) loved him. I know his grandparents (both sets) loved him. I know his cousins and aunts and uncles loved him. But do we say that enough? Or are we too busy focusing on the silly stuff they do, or the stuff that they do wrong to tell them we love them?
I agree that love should be told and shown as often as possible and yesterday's post will remind me to bump up my efforts in telling Sprite I love her. And showing her as well. You're linked and thank you for the words we all need to hear.
Great post. I grew up in a generation where you didn't hear it. I hear it from my parents now, but not as a child. I agree with you, I think it is so important. Thinking of you.
Great post. I agree completely. We can never tell our kids we love them too often. You never know when they're blocking you out!
I never had a father, and I had a "mother" that always told me she hated me and wish I was never born. Well, not just me, but my brother as well.
Can you imagine how hard it was to say "I love you" to someone for the first time??? And I have made damn sure my kids know I love them. I tell them all the time, and still go their rooms at night for a hug, kiss and "I love you's".
I can't tell you how very sorry I am for that family. It's almost as if I can feel their pain, but I know that isn't possible. I guess since I have four kids it just tears my heart apart knowing what that family must be going through.
I am so sorry about this.
Thank you for the good spin! I'm so sad for all that your family is going through right now—I can't even imagine how hard that must be.
I think it takes a loss sometimes to keep families together or to make them closer. Not sure if this is the case here, but from personal experience with the death of my brother and the change in my folks' approach to saying how they feel about me now and valuing our relationships more, it happens.
Bina, I am so sorry you endured this type of childhood. Some people aren't prepared for and don't deserve to have children. You sound as if you've made much more of your life than they ever expected and that is your best revenge and lesson to them. Be proud that you've not let that shit have a place with you as a parent now.
Kat
God's ways are not our ways, and His thoughts are higher than our thoughts. Isaiah 55 (I think) We cannot always comprehend what God has allowed to happen on this earth and that is what makes him God.We are limited in our understanding.
When my dad died at 41 of course I thought it was a "bad" thing. However, through the years God has used my life experience to minister to countless children and parents that I have worked with to encourage them through the death of a parent or the event of a painful divorce.
His death is sad,hard, and excruciatingly painful, but I don't think we can really judge whether it is a bad thing or not.
God has a purpose and He will reveal it in HIS time.
P.S. I love you!!!
I love you big sis! I'm proud that you're getting to do what you love and have been passionate about for years!
Well put Cowgirl,
No matter how mad i might be at my kids for what ever reason, the phone call never ends without I love you.
Randy