"REAL
love is not pink and fluffy and rose-y and butterflies. Real love is
not shiny and whole and smiling serenely. Real love is not holding hands
while running through fields of sunflowers or gazing over chardonnay
while wearing sexy dresses and opening boxes of diamonds. It’s just not.
That stuff is something else. That stuff is something that can be
packaged and sold, which is why we see a lot of it this time of year.
Real love is tough as nails. Real love is busted up and scuffed and a
little jagged and exhausted. Real love is a nightmare at 1 am and a
fever at 3 am and everybody else up at 6 and work at 9. Real love is ten
band aids when there’s not a scrape to be seen. Real love is losing
your temper seven times and apologizing eight times. Real love is
overwhelmed and exhausted and just DONE at the end of each day. Real
love is ADHD and autism and hurt feelings and sucky report cards and
cancer and daddy’s gone and listen, babies- this is life- this is
brutiful life- and there is still much beauty to be found. Let’s find it
together. Real love is knowing that tears of exhaustion are not signs
that you’re on the wrong track- tears of exhaustion are confirmation
that you are pouring out every bit of your heart and soul and body and
mind and energy in service to your people. And that means, perhaps, that
you are on the right track. That you are living out a mission worthy of
you."
- momastery.com
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment