I would write this post parental love, but in particular upon the maternal because I too am a mother.
If you are a parent, I imagine that like me you put the problem of how to make your children happy. And if like me you also have a job, I think the concern of how to spend quality time with them, is a recurring thought in your mind.
Timeless qualities where you can talk, listen, play, do something together and above all tell them how much we love them.
The first love that a human being is to know the mother. Our happiness begins and then from there, from the womb and continue as we approach our mother to be fed and pampered. During those moments of intimacy is lost in our eyes with his absolute devotion, experience unity with her.
The life that follows, in my opinion is a constant search for unity. The symbiosis of the early years of life with our mother we got the privilege of being able to experience the infinite love.
The love we feel at the beginning of our lives, after we send to our partners and then subsequently to our children which in turn transmit it to others and again to us in an unbroken chain.
Understanding this means understanding the enormous wealth we have to convey love, just because we have received.
Maybe it was not just love us as we wanted, but it was a true love and accept
This is a great act of compassion that makes us love it even more.
As the daughter, perhaps I wanted to caress some more, but I understand that my mother made the most of what he could do according to his abilities and possibilities.
And as a mother I do not care for perfection, but the possibility of improving the quality of my love for my son and to my husband.
In what way? Trying to be less individualistic and more compassionate towards my surroundings, especially to my son, for which together with his father, the most important person and asks nothing if not that of being loved.
To you who are reading, I wish you all the love.

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