Two weeks ago I asked my oldest, a college sophomore, a very telling question. I asked it without any expectations of the answer, just on a whim. I like to give in to whimsy sometimes (that might be my word for 2015–it’s in the running), so when it came to mind, I asked.
“Who makes you feel loved?”
Her first answer was pretty quick. It was folks who live in this house. Including siblings–which warmed my heart since I’ve heard some not so nice nicknames tossed out lately, followed by the assurance that they are terms of endearment. Ahem. Yeah. Right.
After she thought about it for a few more minutes she continued adding to her list.
It was beautiful.
I had no idea.
My Mama told me one time when we were talking about a baby coming who was unexpected: “Every child deserves to be loved.” Then this woman who never met a child she didn’t love added: “Every child deserves to see eyes light up when he or she walks into the room.”
Today I was thinking about Mama and how her eyes never failed to light up when I entered a room she was in, even when she was so very sick in the hospital. And how her eyes absolutely glowed when her grandbabies came around. Her eyes lit up and her arms flew open, waiting to give each one a big hug, embracing them with her special brand of love.
Tonight I am thankful for those memories. I wonder if my children will remember my eyes lighting up for each one of them. If they will know how they are my greatest treasures on this earth. I really hope so. I give thanks for those who love my children, those who make them feel loved–the ones who take time to care and listen and laugh and sit with them in the dark. The ones whose eyes light up for children who are not theirs and yet–are. Thankful for this loving village.
Who needs you to show them they are loved today? Whose eyes light up when you walk in a room? Who makes your eyes light up?
Let us all make this a day full of lit-up eyes and showing folks what they mean to us. Just such small moments can change the world.
Love to all.