I have two children - one “natural” and one “step”. I have four grandchildren - two “natural” and two “step”. Do I love some more than others? Or do I just love them all “differently”?
When my mother saw me with young children, back when I first began teaching, she told me, “As much as you love those children, just wait ‘til you have your own.”
Then I had a daughter and a son of my own.
My mother watched how much I loved my daughter and my son and told me, “As much as you love your own children, just wait ‘til you have grandchildren.”
My mother knew she couldn’t properly describe love with mere words (though Shakespeare and other great wordsmiths through the ages have tried beautifully and valiantly). She knew I had to “experience” it to know it.
She also knew not to put a “measure” on love. How can anyone even begin to measure something so unfathomably deep and powerful?
Yet, we do love people differently. In different ways. And that is as it should be.
Now that I have four grandchildren (Allie, Aaron, Lenna Kate, and newborn James), I understand all the more how we can love others with all we have in us, yet love them each so “differently”.
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