Love Conquers A Multitude…
In light of the recent events that have unfolded I was reminded of how important it is to love. I want to spread a message that love conquers all. I know that the subject of these shootings has been talked about nearly nonstop, but I think it’s something that needs to be discussed.
I came across a graphic this evening as I was working and it simply said, “You can never love too much!” I got a little choked up thinking about those that have lost their lives in needless violence in our country in recent days. They too were someone’s son or daughter, mother or father, niece or nephew, boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife. They were loved.
What makes people hate?
What makes people hate others so much that they feel the only way to settle things is to use a weapon? Is it a lack of discipline? Is it a lack of laws? Is it a sickness or mental illness? I have to wonder if it’s not a deep inner craving for love and acceptance.
This statement made me think in terms of my own family. Do I tell them enough how much I love them? Do I show them enough how much I love them? Do those around me see how much I love them? Too often love is a word that is tossed around like a football, it doesn’t really have deep meaning. We say we LOVE ice cream or coffee, but really it’s just that we really enjoy those things.
Love is something way deeper that is built into the core of every person.Do I tell them enough how much I love them? #momlife Click To Tweet
I do believe that black lives matter just as I believe that white lives matter. I think it’s high time that our races call a truce and begin to realize that underneath the skin we are all red blooded people. We all have hearts, we all have feelings, we all have that deep need to be accepted and loved.
Are we teaching that to our children? Are we teaching our children to respect those that have authority? Are we teaching them that no matter what color a person’s skin may be their life is valuable?
As a parent and wife, I think about the “What if’s” of a situation like that of Dallas, TX this past week. What if it had been my son or daughter that had been the one on the receiving end of those bullets? What if it were my husband walking out the door with that badge on his chest, knowing that he may never return to me at the end of his shift? It’s heart wrenching.
I drove through town today and wondered, what if I were pulled over? Would the policeman be jittery? Would I move the wrong way? How would the situation all play out? Yes, I’m white. But I don’t believe that my skin color should entitle me to any greater privileges than anyone else. Quite frankly there are Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and Indians who are a whole lot smarter and more talented than I am. Am I portraying that to my children?
We need more love
I believe that what we need in America is a whole lot of love. Love conquers, right? We don’t need more violence, we don’t need to retaliate violence with violence. We need to retaliate with love and forgiveness. Those are huge words to speak when I’ve not witnessed what those in Dallas or Orlando have witnessed, I know. I’m not intending this piece to be political in any way, I’m not much of a political person. I just want to encourage us as moms to teach our children the proper ways to deal with disagreements.I believe that what we need in America is a whole lot of love. #momlife Click To Tweet
I too am living with the memories of a shooting that happened when I was 15. Whenever I look at my left hand I’m reminded of how destructive weapons can be and how close I came to dying. In my case it wasn’t out of hatred or intention it was pure accident, but it left an impression and a memory that will never fade. To this day I will hardly touch a gun, I’m scared to death of them. I have nightmares about being shot. I live with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from the event. It’s a pain that I will live with for the rest of my life. For the longest time, I about lost my mind when anyone pointed a play gun anywhere near me. I literally get shaky if I have to hold one. I’m an advocate for ending the violence. Frankly, I’m scared for my girls to grow up in this crazy world. I still believe that there is good in the world, we might have to really look for it, but it’s there.
More love, less violence.
How do we help our children?
Are you educating your children about mental illness? Tell them. It never hurts to teach them the signs to look for in troubled friends and teach them ways they can help.
Teach them how they can love instead of distance themselves and isolate those who deep down are craving love, acceptance, and attention.
Be available to the children whose parents may not be in a place mentally or physically to be able to help them through the troubling times of growing up. Let them know that it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to talk to someone and it’s okay to be who they are.
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