I have felt many different layers of love in my lifetime. Each layer overlapping the next, making it stronger every time. As it thickens, it evolves and manifests into something not only felt, but also lived.
As a child, my first layer of love was given from my parents. They showered me with hugs and kisses, they gave me comfort and a provided me with protection. Their warmth and care helped me grow and thrive. Their love was felt but not yet understood.
As I grew older and started school, I soon learned a new type of love, a love of friends. I was introduced to new people, new social environment, and all without my parents, my first love. It was then that I interacted with new personalities that helped me to build my own. Although this love with not like my parents, unconditional and with no stipulations or bargains, it was one I worked for and felt satisfied with when received. This love was one that allowed me to understand that it was not just given, it needed to be earned.
Then as I grew older and into my adolescent, I started to question this thing they called love. This layer took a some time to build but it was one that remained with me the longest. My understanding of love grew towards the opposite sex, and it was one I was not familiar with. It did not feel like the love I had experience from my family and friends, which felt so easy. This love was stronger and shook me to my core. This was when I learned that love can be fragile and broken. I was tested and although there were many times I failed, I got better at passing the test each time. The fall was hard but the lessons were learned. Love was then something I treasured because I knew how painful it can be with the wrong person and how high it would make me feel with the right one.
This layer, the one I am experiencing now, as a mother, a parent, is the layer of love that tops it all off. This love is so raw, so real, it penetrates right to my heart. My kids make my heart melt, their happiness lights up my life, their laughter makes me whole, their life makes me, ME. They have given me a love so strong it healed all wounds and cemented all cracks and holes in my quest with love. This love showed me that love itself has so many layers, felt in so many ways, and with so many different people. This love although separates from all love I have ever felt, reminded me of my very first love, my parents.
There are so many layers of love that builds us individually, but no matter what love we experience, it always comes back in full circle that connects us all together.
As a child, my first layer of love was given from my parents. They showered me with hugs and kisses, they gave me comfort and a provided me with protection. Their warmth and care helped me grow and thrive. Their love was felt but not yet understood.
As I grew older and started school, I soon learned a new type of love, a love of friends. I was introduced to new people, new social environment, and all without my parents, my first love. It was then that I interacted with new personalities that helped me to build my own. Although this love with not like my parents, unconditional and with no stipulations or bargains, it was one I worked for and felt satisfied with when received. This love was one that allowed me to understand that it was not just given, it needed to be earned.
Then as I grew older and into my adolescent, I started to question this thing they called love. This layer took a some time to build but it was one that remained with me the longest. My understanding of love grew towards the opposite sex, and it was one I was not familiar with. It did not feel like the love I had experience from my family and friends, which felt so easy. This love was stronger and shook me to my core. This was when I learned that love can be fragile and broken. I was tested and although there were many times I failed, I got better at passing the test each time. The fall was hard but the lessons were learned. Love was then something I treasured because I knew how painful it can be with the wrong person and how high it would make me feel with the right one.
This layer, the one I am experiencing now, as a mother, a parent, is the layer of love that tops it all off. This love is so raw, so real, it penetrates right to my heart. My kids make my heart melt, their happiness lights up my life, their laughter makes me whole, their life makes me, ME. They have given me a love so strong it healed all wounds and cemented all cracks and holes in my quest with love. This love showed me that love itself has so many layers, felt in so many ways, and with so many different people. This love although separates from all love I have ever felt, reminded me of my very first love, my parents.
There are so many layers of love that builds us individually, but no matter what love we experience, it always comes back in full circle that connects us all together.
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