I heard a beautiful song yesterday while driving, and although
it was a spiritual song, it reminded me of a mother’s love. The singer was thanking
God for loving him through his good and his bad. I glanced at Firstborn and
smiled. He is as sweet as he can be, yet he is a ripe teenager – full blown in teen
essence. Firstborn’s rite of passage into his adult years is being used to
groom me into a more loving person – not just a mother.
It isn’t easy to love
someone through their bad, but it’s possible. When someone has made unwise
decisions and bad choices, judgment and criticism is automatic, but to show
love often takes a minute.
When I look back over my life at all my wrong doings,
I can’t help but shake my head. I thank God my parents didn’t kill me when I
was a teenager. I was sweet, but sneaky with a lot of mouth – my parents loved
me through my bad. I thank God my husband hasn’t left me – I’m a good wife, but
I’ve murdered hubby continually with my words and thoughts – he loves me through
my bad. I thank God my few friends accept me for who I am – I hate the phone
and I never call them – never. Who am I to
not love Firstborn or anyone else
through their bad? Love is patient and
kind. Love is long suffering. Love bears and endures all things – ALL things…even the bad. Love goes against our natural
reaction. I thought I knew what love was, but Firstborn is teaching me what
love really is. It’s so easy to fuss,
criticize, and get frustrated with others. Those reactions solve absolutely nothing,
but love solves everything. Love never fails. Love conquers all.
