Earlier this year my dad’s wife, Amy, won a gold medal at the state senior games in Raleigh, NC, for her essay about her childhood. Go here to read this essay. Go ahead – it won’t take you long. I’ll wait.
Done now? When I first read it I couldn’t decide if Amy was brave or crazy to share that story (sorry Amy – it’s true!). But when I read this paragraph I realized that the story contains an important message:
“My parents’ influence and their continued acceptance of me have made a vast difference in my life. I learned from them to love freely, to be forgiving, to accept and show respect for others, to know that all people have worth and should be treated with dignity…”
The love Amy’s parents felt for her gave them the ability to accept the child she was – in fact I’m sure they celebrated the child she was. I had that same kind of love from my parents. Love can really make or break us, can’t it? It can be devastating if we feel as though no one loves us.
I wonder what my world would look like if I behaved as if everyone I met was worthy of love? And if they could tell that I thought they had value? What if I gazed upon their ten penny nails with love and compassion? I wonder…