The love your parents have for you is hard to put into words. That love will bring them to their knees. It will bring tears to their eyes. It will drive them to the ends of the world to help you. It will keep them up at nights. It will cause them to challenge everything they ever believed. It will cause them to be the best that they can. The love your parents have for you is hard to comprehend. Whether you realize it or not now, you, the child, are the epicenter of your parent’s thoughts and actions. It took me many years to realize this.

I never understood the depths of love a parent has for their child until I stepped foot in the British WWII Bayeux War Memorial in Normandy. It almost isn’t human to walk through the cemetery and read each tombstone’s epitaph with a dry eye. The field is covered in epitaphs from loving parents who were devastated by their son’s death. These three stayed with me:

Private age 20, “To the world, he was one. To us, he was the world. Our lady and Saint Anne, Pray for him”

Signalman age 21, “My only child, He gave his all. Till we meet again. Mother”

Signalman age 22, “Time heals they say, but memories cling. And so does love. Mum and Dad”

You are loved by your parents.

The words “I love you” might not be words that you hear every day, but that does not mean they do not ring true. Some cultures and even generations, do not embrace showing love for their children. Some children might not hear “I love you enough,” but it will not change the fact that you are loved. Many parents and guardians begin to have a meaning in their lives when you are born. They have something greater in life to live for than themselves. It may take you until the day you have a child of your own to comprehend the love your parents have for you. You will feel grateful for all that your parents sacrificed and did for you when you become one yourself.

You will see your parents love for you in their “annoying” actions. Annoying actions like when I told my dad I was sick in Bali for the second time in a week and my dad called me five times in an hour and a half when I was asleep. (Dad, in no circumstance except death or a life threatening emergency, is calling me that many times even close to justified). However, as bothersome as it is, it is at least nice to know that someone cares when you look at it from an outside perspective. The endless questions, phone calls, or fill in the bubble exams from your parents about your day or life in general, are rooted in love.

“The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment.” James E. Faust

 

 

Exercise 3

Send your love to your family today.

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