Last night at about oh- let me think 3:30 am, as my youngest lay sleeping on my arm I had a thought about what love really is. And since V-day is coming up, this got me musing about love.
-Laying perfectly still while your sweet baby girl is cutting off all feeling in your left arm. Even though you have shooting pains in your neck you don't dare move since she woke up crying 45 minutes before, probably with teething pain.
-Letting your (almost) 5 year old have the last piece of chocolate anything even though PMS is whooping your butt.
-Dropping everything because one of your babes wants "snuggle time", even if that means snuggle time might infringe on much needed "mommy time".
I could go on, but I guess what I am trying to say is Love is giving of yourself when your think there isn't anymore to give. Love is stretching yourself, and because you know doing this will make the other person happy, it makes you happy.
This morning I told the MISU (Male Income Support Unit) that I was thinking about love, and this statement really chapped my hide:
Love means never having to say you are sorry.
Ummm... who is the idiot that thought this one up? I am thinking either Prince Charles or Elizabeth Taylor, can't be sure. BUT for me love means saying your sorry because by apologizing you are telling the other person that you care about how they feel.
As I was telling my hubby about my rage at the statement above, he laughed and said, "If you love something , set it free." To which my very wise first born said, "Yeah, from jail."
Maybe I will add segments periodically called Deep Thoughts By Primero,The Firstborn