I am often amazed when people approach me in public to acknowledge what a beautiful family I have. "Your children are so lovely, what a blessing of love." A seasoned mother whispered on at church. Little did she know we bribed them with sprinkled donuts. Today at the mall, an elderly lady approached me "What a beautiful family. I can feel your love." I smiled and thanked her. But what I really thought was: Whatever. How can SHE feel our love? What a sap! Last week, when reading a new library book about the world's greatest mom, Jay exploded at the ending demanding that the book was lying. "SHE can't be the best mommy cause you are! We love you the mostest." Today, Jay approached me and asked me why I called the husband, "My love" all the time. All of these moments make me step back to admire the love. The unconditional love.
I didn't really think about cycles of love until I sat down this morning to check my email. My parents returned from their trip to Poland and sent me pictures documenting their trip. The first hundred were ordinary pictures of villages, castles, storks, fountains, churches, and statues the same pictures they send each time they travel. They frequent Poland as often as I frequent my salon for highlights.
The last hundred of pictures were of my mother Mamusia and her father. My Dziadek suddenly had been stricken down with Alzheimers and needed hospice care to monitor his new medications. He had been there since the holidays. My parents traveled to see him and return him home to reunite with his wife of 60+ years.
My weekend project is to photo shop that middle picture to perfection. I plan on blowing it up, framing it, and displaying it in a high traffic area of my abode. I once read that one of the many secrets to a happy family is to display a picture of the parents in each one of the children's rooms. Sounds sappy, I know. But think about it. The children have a constant reminder of love.