L is the letter of love, both clean and, er…not so much. Lewd, lascivious, lecherous, lusty. See what I mean?
Plato dedicated his Symposium to the discussion of love in all its forms (and it’s a doozy, you should pick it up if you haven’t read it). Thought I’d ponder love a bit today.
First, let me start by saying that feeling “loved” is priceless. The things that make me feel loved are a very strange assortment. When my son tells me enthusiastically of the latest video game he’s absorbed in, I feel loved. When my daughter smooshes her little nose in my face and wants to climb all over me like I’m a playground (despite being too big for such monkey antics), I feel loved. And when my fiance picks out a new watchband for one of the kids or helps them with their homework, I feel loved.
I’m a romantic by nature. I fall in love very easily. I swear, when I turn on Pride & Prejudice with handsome Colin Firth playing the brooding Mr. Darcy, I’m hooked. That’s for me. I feel quite lucky to have found my own handsome brooding man. I like being at the center of my own love story. And I’m absolutely in love with my children. They can be driving me completely up the wall and I can’t help but feel tender toward those sweet little faces.
I finished a book last night that reminded me how subjective love can be, forged through experience and circumstance. Children raised in an abusive home may develop a very skewed vision of what love is and it will likely color every aspect of their lives. So I ask myself, how do we know what love is? What it feels like? We all know that romantic movies tend to set unrealistic expectations, right? What about all the uniqueness in our real lives? Two children can be raised in the same household and have very different experiences with love based on a number of factors including their own personalities. So, what is love? (Yep, the song is going through my head too…my apologies).
There you go, folks. Something to think about for this likable, loveable, lucky, loopy, lazy day.
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