Love is an overused word in many situations. I’ve written about love in earlier TranSpirations, providing context from the old Beatles song, All You Need Is Love. Henri Nouwen has some wisdom on the topic that I find poignant. He writes that when we feel disempowered, we often fight to take outward action. What is truly needed, however, is inward reflection. Stopping and pondering the love we have in our lives gives us the strength to move forward.
Hard to argue that.
Although Mom was in hospice and her life was clearly fading, she kept “hanging on.” My non-medical explanation was that her whole life long, she was “easy to love,” and all that love was keeping her with us. I prize Daniel Hays’ words in his memoir My Old Man and the Sea.
“Mom’s–what a thing!… You start out inside them so helpless that they breathe for you. You come out and they do practically nothing else but love you so much that the rest of your life seems like hard work.”
If that’s not the best description of my Mom, then I don’t know what is. Maybe yours too.
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