Love.

 

Today, a post about … LOVE, but it will not be a post on “Be my Valentine.”

There are different types of love.

Love for your other half exudes admiration and pride of his achievements, safety and trust in accepting his life, kindness wishing to support his actions. This love is changing, it is less available during quiet days and mutual grievances, and it shines the most when you have a lot of time for yourself.

Love for a parent is based on memories. You cultivate the happiest one, often from distant childhood, then the heart is filled with respect and gratitude to parents. Feeling this, we want to help them, and we change ourselves into carers a bit, rewarding ourselves for how much they have done for us.

Love for yourself is the most difficult. Will I remember looking in the mirror that there are important life experiences hidden under the wrinkles on my face? That I can eat a cake without remorse? That if some things will not work out, I do not have to attack myself, but can learn a lessons and congratulate myself that i have tried?

Love for passion is the least demanding. Enjoying the ride on beloved skis, doing tasks at work that you likes so much that you never even call it work, we do not pay attention to the passing time. We devote ourselves entirely to the moment, we are present and without creating problems we experience pure joy.

There is one more kind of love. It’s based on real magic.

It starts suddenly when you see two lines on the pregnancy test and it reaches you that you are pregnant. You explode with joy if you have been waiting for this moment, you are deeply moved if you have not planned it and you are sharing the joyful news with your loved ones. This is the first magic – you want to share  this love with with others.

Then you start to take special care of yourself – you regularly go to the doctor, give up bad habits, eat more consciously, dress, move, and actually you start doing everything properly. This is the second magic of this love – it has a positive effect on your whole life.

When you are at the doctor and observe how the baby develops, when you feel the first moves, see how your body is slowly changing, then you catch yourself experiencing these little things as if they were the most important in the world. This is because this love is not selective and does not classify – everything matters to it.

You are waiting for the day of birth, and then you go through pains and hardships to give life to someone. You shine once again and, regardless of the suffering of the body or the psyche, you are doing something with someone else in mind. It is another magic of this love – it is entirely devoted to another human being.

You hear crying and you also cry, when a child hurts, it also hurt you, you experience his life as if it was your own. You feel as if you were teething yourself, had flu, said “mom” and “daddy” or “I love you”. You do not move to wake the baby up and reach out to you that this love also has the magic of compassion.

I know this love. It is unconditional, unstoppable, never evaluates and always forgives, engages completely. It lasts even when it is wounded, waiting till the end, does not leave or abandons. It does not end, it can not fail, it is an end in itself and shows us that ideas are real.

This love is from a mother to a child.

It shook my values and showed what is really important. She helped me to see more and understand what is the greater sense in life. She  inspired to try harder and remember to reassure, apologize for bad behavior as often as possible. To support like a true friend, to cultivate other close relationships, to say: please, love you, I miss you, I am here,  I respect, I wait,  i forgive.

And i wish all living beings the same.

Love one another.

And that’s what I wish you today. Love!
Ann