A Child’s Love is the Greatest Love of All

Heather - Monticello, Kentucky
Entered on October 7, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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A Child’s Love is the Greatest Love of All

Love is a powerful declaration. When the word love is spoken of, thought of, it is so often attached with numerous internal emotions. Love can be associated with happiness, sadness, or even thankfulness. It can bring the largest of smiles followed by large joyful tears: it is indescribable. Having said all these things, I believe there is no love in the world that can ever be compared to a child’s love.

When one loves they give all they have and nothing less. A mind tells the heart that what they feel can never be stripped away: it’s endless. Such as a young child; the child is born to a parent or a set of parents and their job is to love and cherish that creation. Giving the assumption that most children receive love from their guardian, I believe a human feels true love from that exact moment of birth. That child then grows to the conclusion that when it is being shown love the only option is to return the feeling they experience.

From my own experience, I was born into a two parent household. My mother and father loved me very much. As I grew I idolized them more and more with each passing day: they were my world, my heroes. Suddenly however, my life took a complete spin. What once was a happy home were then a struggling mother and an innocent child. You could say that my father left us with no money and nowhere to go. No matter the situation my mother and I were in I still wanted my dad to wrap me up and call me his little girl.

As time went on, my dad popped in and of my life just help his ego. And every time he stopped by I would never cease to raise all hope that he would stay. Quickly my hope would turn into a hardening realization. But for those few moments he was there I loved him with all I had. I was made in his likeness and no matter how bad it hurt to see him go I always looked forward to the next day he would come.

My mom, however, received more than a few moments. She got my hugs at night and my kisses in the morning. My mom was and is my best friend. She knew how to cure my boo boo’s and how to make me laugh until I lost my breath. Even through the strenuous times I knew we would be ok and she gave me that comfort with each sunrise. I loved my mom with every ounce of my existence, and to this day she is the most important thing in my life. She received the greatest love of all and she returned it to the best of her ability.

When I have children of my own I will embrace the love they offer. I hope to give all my devotion to them and let them know they are God’s greatest creation. I feel as though my father missed out on so much of my love as a child, thus missing out on the greatest love of all. I not only want to grow to the image of my mother, but I want to also take my father’s mistakes, learn from them, and correct them for my own children someday. This I believe.