A song keeps playing in my head:
‘Where is the love?’
Indeed, where ís the love?!
And is there enough love going around?
Where is the love?
Sometimes I’m so busy living, keeping the kids from killing themselves and each other, I forget about the love. It’s hard to feel the love when they walk in with dirty feet after I just mopped the floor, or when they come whining to me: ‘Mommy, he’s looking at me the wrong way!’ Then I don’t think about the love. All I think about is how many hours I have to hold on till bedtime.
But once they’re all tucked in and sleeping soundly, and I come and look at them, that’s when I feel the love welling up in me. As do the worries and question marks whether I gave them enough love.
Then I know the answer to the question of ‘Where is the love’.
It got squashed but reality.
Luckily it always bounces back.