The Thing Called LOVE

I was recently asked by a co-worker if I have a favorite among my two children. My co-worker happens to be blessed with a beautiful 14-year old daughter whom her world revolves around. “No,” I replied, “they are completely different and I love them the same”. She nods her head as if in understanding, but there was something in her eyes that made me believe she was still uncertain. We’ve had conversations in the past where she wondered if it was possible that a mother could love her children equally. It’s an uncomfortable subject, but I can understand why she may be confused. A mother of one child may feel they have so much love for that child that she couldn’t comprehend the thought of “splitting up and sharing” that love with another. They’re simply afraid that there may not be enough love to go around…
My feelings on the subject is that if one thinks about LOVE in terms of measurement (how much, how little, how often) then one may fear this type of circumstance when considering having more than one child; which is why love must not be thought of in terms of measurement. Our world would have you believe that LOVE, like clean air, water, land or oil is the type of resource in danger of running out. That is man’s view of LOVE, and like everything else, he selfishly attempts to hoard it for fear he will lose it. We must take it upon ourselves to remember that man cannot define what he did not create, nor does he have any control over it. This is so for the thing called LOVE. Once you understand this, it is then you will develop a different idea of LOVE. Some cultures believe that the Creator is LOVE manifested, all things in nature are created from this LOVE and it is this same LOVE that keeps everything and everyone going and living. How then can we attempt to box up something so awesome, so eternal and plop it into our dictionary between the words louver and low?
Let us then humor ourselves, take Webster’s out of the equation and rethink everything we know about this entity called LOVE. Maybe take it a step further and cease to use it to describe our feelings or emotions. So now if someone were to ask if I have a favorite child, I think about my daughter’s laugh; my son’s smile; my daughter’s kisses; my son’s bear hugs and I enjoy the overwhelming feelings of emotion that brings tears to my eyes. Each one of them has a special something that I treasure, something unique that brings value to my world. So if there are many ways to enjoy and value life then there must be an infinite number of ways to cherish and be cherished. Infinite, abundant and more than enough to go around. PEACE.