I believe the greatest thing to earn in one’s life is the love of another. In that love resides forgiveness for our mistakes, careless actions, impure thoughts and hurtful deeds. In that love there is a sense of trust stronger than words can express, it’s derrived from the good partys of the soul and the softest places in our hearts. In this love, we find hopes and ambitions we may never imagined for ourself. It is also in that love, our selftruths become understood by another human. This simple belief not only gives us purpose in our lives, but gives purpose to the people who love us in our lives.
My mother taught me what it is to love. Whether that love was for that lampost I stuck a piece of gum on, or for the strange girl I told her about in school when I was younger. She told me to love them, because they all encountered me in strange famliar ways that could change the course of my being.
A person one wouldn’t think I hard a hard time to love was her. She always seemed too perfect. My mother wasn’t just attractive, she was beautiful. She refused to flaunt her assets and encouraged her daughters to be strong independent women. She read the paper, spoke her mind, and lived free of intoxicating pleasures others succumb in order to to fit into society. I hated her for being so unreal to me.
When I first herd this saying I believed in, I didn’t really think of my mom’s love. I thought if my mom wasn’t annoying me she was being “nice”. I learned to love my mother once I learned she loved herself. I thought about all the things my mom could live without, her beauty, her shape, her education, her job, her independence, but she could never live without her kids. In this realization, I forgave myself for hating her, for hating me. I grew in many ways from what my mother’s has taught me. I feel privildged to have the love of another. I believe it’s better earned than the money we all coem to spend. I beleive this love is better earned than many of the things we say we want because life is the journey to finding self, and it was in someone else’s love I found myself.
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