I saw a woman at the gym today reading “The Five Love Language’s for Children” and thought, ‘I could use that.’
Each of my children is so different. Really, SO different. And each has their own way of showing and receiving love. I, on the other hand, am not real good at meeting their individual needs.
But I want to be.
I want to love them more. Love them better. I want them to feel more loved.
I don’t want you to think that I don’t love them. Because I do. It’s just that I think I show them love more of the way, I like to be loved. Doing ‘things’ for them.
For example:
I make their lunch so their not hungry, clean their clothes so they can keep warm, help with homework so they can grow into better students, drive them around so they can play sports and take lessons, get them to school so they can learn, get them to play dates so they can make and keep friends, teach them about the Gospel so they can gain a testimony of their own, keep the house clean so they are comfortable (well…usually), love their dad so they will know how to love their spouse (and because I like him J), reprimand them so they can learn boundaries, talk harsh so they can know that I feel the issue is important, help them clean their rooms and do their chores so they can learn to take care of their own things someday, make sure they have clean teeth/hair/underwear each day so people wont shun them (because every other kid they know does the same?! Yeah, right.), tell them go outside so they can learn to explore on their own, have them say they’re sorry with words and a hug because I want them to learn remorse and forgiveness, hug and cuddle them because I want them to feel what love and affection is, tell them I love them, I’m proud of them, I respect them; because I want them to know what love sounds like.
And much, much more. It’s a pretty busy life around here. I try to show love throughout each and every day. But, sometimes it gets jumbled between all of the things listed above. This is when I think just a cuddle on the couch needs to happen. Just being together.
I hope one day they will know that while love is shown in many, many ways – I tried to show them the best way I knew how.
Each of my children is so different. Really, SO different. And each has their own way of showing and receiving love. I, on the other hand, am not real good at meeting their individual needs.
But I want to be.
I want to love them more. Love them better. I want them to feel more loved.
I don’t want you to think that I don’t love them. Because I do. It’s just that I think I show them love more of the way, I like to be loved. Doing ‘things’ for them.
For example:
I make their lunch so their not hungry, clean their clothes so they can keep warm, help with homework so they can grow into better students, drive them around so they can play sports and take lessons, get them to school so they can learn, get them to play dates so they can make and keep friends, teach them about the Gospel so they can gain a testimony of their own, keep the house clean so they are comfortable (well…usually), love their dad so they will know how to love their spouse (and because I like him J), reprimand them so they can learn boundaries, talk harsh so they can know that I feel the issue is important, help them clean their rooms and do their chores so they can learn to take care of their own things someday, make sure they have clean teeth/hair/underwear each day so people wont shun them (because every other kid they know does the same?! Yeah, right.), tell them go outside so they can learn to explore on their own, have them say they’re sorry with words and a hug because I want them to learn remorse and forgiveness, hug and cuddle them because I want them to feel what love and affection is, tell them I love them, I’m proud of them, I respect them; because I want them to know what love sounds like.
And much, much more. It’s a pretty busy life around here. I try to show love throughout each and every day. But, sometimes it gets jumbled between all of the things listed above. This is when I think just a cuddle on the couch needs to happen. Just being together.
I hope one day they will know that while love is shown in many, many ways – I tried to show them the best way I knew how.
4 comments:
well said. I feel that same! thank you for that!
Goodness, could you spare some of your wittyness and humor....because I could sure use some! I completly forgot about Sister Ard! I think I went with you one time to help. And I have to say I can't remember any stealing of a fire hose but I sure would like to be reminded. Have you read Heidi's blog? You have to be invited so let me know if you want her email. Blogs Rule!
Amen to all of this! I loved it! Miss you- it was so much fun to see you a couple weeks ago. I really am going to call you so we can get together soon!
I love you Teresa! I don't know why, but this post got me all emotional. You're such a good mom, such a good friend, such a good wife and good person. I'm so glad to know that there are at least 3 boys out there (and one sassy little redhead)being taught the important things in life. It gives me hope that my daughters will someday find a boy whose mother loved them enough to teach them what's right. I miss you.
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