I love You, Too.
I tell my son I love him so many times each day the words simply whisper across his ears without regard, but in the quiet moments before he falls asleep is when the emotion seems to resonate. I’ll breath, “Mommy loves you more than the moon and all the stars in the sky,” and in the soft voice of a child ready to embrace a dream he’ll exhale the precious reward, “I know, Mommy.”
As he’s matured there have been moments when I wanted him to respond with his own, “I love you, too.” I’ve realized though it’s not the affirmation of his love for me that tucks me in at night; it really is the fact that he knows he is loved… I know, Mommy. And his refusal to play the game makes the moments dazzling when, in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason, he’ll throw his arms around me and say, “Mommy, I love you!”
During the last year I’ve spent too much time thinking about the meaning of love and the different types of love. I’m guilty of the requisite volley when someone makes a declaration and I’ve chuckled at my husband when he’s proclaimed at the end of a telephone conversation that he loves me, too…when I hadn’t yet said the first part. We’re so used to ending calls with testaments of emotion, we don’t even hear them anymore.
I wonder what would happen if instead of parroting the sentiment with family and friends, I simply started saying, I know.
Is the goal of telling someone you love him or her a reciprocal reaction, or is your intent to provide a stand-alone gift that you bequeath freely and without expectation?
How would you feel if your spouse, child, sister or friend simply said, I know.