We were seated in a diner earlier today where three elderly women were seated nearby. When I say "elderly", I would guess them to have been in their mid-eighties or so. Their conversation was fairly easy to hear and one of them said something really saddening:
"I wasn't pretty enough for my mother. My mother didn't love me."
For that lady, there was no going back to make something wrong into something somehow right and she knew it.
When one of my grandsons asked me "Grandpa, do you love me?", I let him know "Yes!!!" in no uncertain terms. His ensuing grin told me what I'd hoped to know.
When his daddy, one of my two sons, was just three years old and I told him that I loved him, he scowled at me and asked "Why do you love me?" Since I loved his mommy, he didn't see how I could possibly love more than one person at the same time.
I told him that love isn't quantized. I can't go to the store and say "I'd like to buy a quart of love, please." I told him that love is without bounds, that there is no limit to loving and as I said that, he seemed to calm down. That reassurance was very important, very important indeed.
Got anybody in mind just now?
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