Wednesday, October 12, 2005

the meaning of love

My mother, a person who loves the internet and does not usually forward things, sent this to me. It speaks to me, and I hope it speaks to you.


A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" These are some of the answers:

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hand's got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca - age 8

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate."
Nikka - age 6

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."
Karen - age 7

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once spoke about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old man's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

From your Brother Marc:

I also have to share a random bit from an IM with mom worrying about you.

Mom(1:06:58 PM): she is really sad
Mom(1:07:04 PM): and I wish that I could do something
Mom(1:07:12 PM): I bought a powerball ticket

So maybe we could put something about love and powerball tickets to cheer you up. ~.^

Or maybe.... How about "love is dad still disturbing his grown offspring by showing affection for mom." I harass them about it all the time, but when we were there for their 30th wedding anniversary, there was one of those random displays of affection. I was sitting at the dining room table waking up, reading the paper, and as mom walks past, dad makes a not-so-subtle affectionate grab for mom's posterior. Yeah... that one still wont leave.

Wanted to post something saying I love ya sis. Mayhaps our family love is similar to the old man and old woman who are still friends even though they know each other too well, but dammit, I am keeping that best peice of chicken to myself! >=D

Friday, October 14, 2005 10:18:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmmmmm. Chicken.

Friday, October 14, 2005 10:33:00 PM  

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