Eleanor Roosevelt said, "It takes courage to love..." Sorry Eleanor, but I disagree. I think it’s easy to love.
There was a time in my life when I loved him and he loved another. Lying alone on the cold tile of our bathroom floor I wished I didn’t love. I wondered what was wrong with me. I wished I was her and I prayed for courage.
Many years later I can see clearly now: It’s easy to love. It takes courage to stop loving.
As a young mom I held my babies close. I memorized every freckle on their little noses. I knew the origin of each bruise and scrape. It’s 10 o’clock and I’m picking up my teens from the movie theatre. Cell phones and bras replace the pacifiers and diapers. I bite a nail for each minute I wait to see them safely enter my car. Tonight, when they’re fast asleep, I’ll hold them tight again.
Everyday my children teach me: It’s easy to love. It takes courage to let go.
I kept a journal of poems all through my life. Every now and then I would read a few to someone special, someone safe. Blogging has opened me up to an audience of passionate, intelligent, funny and sometimes crazy women. I read your blogs and I’m in love. I envy the freedom you have with your words. How can I be that funny or poetic? I hit the “publish” button and cringe. I read my post a dozen times and it never sounds good enough.
Blogging forces me to remember: It’s easy to love. It takes courage to let others love you.
This was my first guest post on: The Scoop on Poop