We’ve been talking a lot about love at our house this month. Of course the little’s were excited about Valentine’s day. From the time they came home with letter’s about the upcoming “love” holiday, the talk began about decorating a box for Valentines and then of course picking out the special Valentines and treats to give each of their classmates and teachers. Oh the joy that I had completely forgotten about, that takes place with children and this holiday.
Oh the joy of writing out every single one of those Valentines with them. At one point, little lady was getting pretty sloppy writing her name and I asked her what it was that she had written because it surely didn’t look like her name. She responded with, “I can’t help it, my brain is telling my hand to write something else.”
The fun of making their boxes with my creative daughter…boxes they claim they are “never ever” throwing away…thank you dear daughter for doing this with them.
Little lady with a love bug. Little A man with a monster(he claims this is what our monster Franklin looks like) Little man with a puppy.
Quite naturally the topic of love has been brought up a lot these past few weeks. I like to use these teachable moments with the little’s because I not only have their complete attention but they are still young enough to think I know what I am talking about.
We talked about how important it is to keep our love buckets full because we act our best when they are full. We also talked about how important it is to make deposits or delivery's into other people’s love buckets. We talked about how when love buckets get empty they leave room for things of hate to come in.
We talked about the opposite of love being hate. Which led us to discuss what happens when people have hate in their hearts…which led to talking about why we say “I’m sorry” and why we forgive each other and why loving is so much better than hating…and so on and so on. This is what gave birth to my previous post on love beating hate.
We’ve had some really interesting discussions. And a lot of funny one’s. Okay, mostly they end up being funny one’s because how can they not with a 3, 4 and 5 year old? If you were a little mouse in the corner of our house your ears would be full of our nonsense and silliness.
In one discussion we some how started talking about how people can be mean to people that are different.
Little man say’s seriously, “I’m different. I have brown skin.”
Little lady excitedly screams, “I’m different. I have really really blond curly hair.”
Little A man, really excited, screams, “I’m different too Grandma. I’m a boy and I pee standing up.”
Obviously, the younger two are not completely getting what I am meaning by being different but I still attempted to go with it for little man who had been seriously into this “talk”. Yet once again he was swayed by the 3 and 4 year olds because they couldn’t get off the topic of peeing while standing up and he thought this to be quite funny. To no avail this led into them counting who can pee standing up in our family. At least their getting good at counting.
With the many days of sub zero temperatures, we had way too many days of togetherness.(except we are having beautiful weather right now) As you must know it gets pretty loud around here so one day last week I asked them, “Is this what love sounds like?” This led us to ponder what love sounds like. Which led into us asking what hate sounds like. In the midst of this discussion, little man responded with, “I think love should be louder than hate so all the hate can go out of this world.”
Amen Little Man. Amen!
Oh the sweetness and heart of this little boy. This little boy who has been mistreated for the color of his skin and because he doesn’t go to church. Still he loves proudly and he doesn’t care who you are, he will love you. He loves big and loud and is not afraid to let anyone he loves know it. Just ask the lunch ladies, the janitors, the recess lady’s and the teachers at school.
I had heard about the love is louder movement on Facebook and since they had so much fun doing the “love beats hate” signs with me, I asked them if they wanted to write on their hands, “just this once” and of course they were all over it. I asked my eldest Granddaughter to take part in it with us and she created the love is louder hands picture in the middle.
Love is louder was started as an anti bullying campaign and it became something more. What I appreciate about these group efforts is that it causes people to stop and look at their own actions. If just one person changes their behavior due to this movement it is worth it. It also helps those who are the target of such bullying to know they are not alone and gives them a voice.
Love is louder proclaims that real love is more than romance, mush or just mere words. Love is an action.
On Valentines Day, we declared that love is indeed louder.
Love is louder than hate, meanness or bully’s.
Our voices and hands are made for loving and building up, not hurting and tearing down.
Our actions speak louder than our words. If we say we love but act the opposite, we are but a noise.
If we say we love and back it up with our actions, it speaks loud and clear.
Love sounds so much sweeter doesn’t it?
Love makes every day worthwhile when it’s this kind of love.
Can you hear it? Can you hear the love?
Love gets pretty loud here…we love loudly and fiercely…we love bigger than the universe…bigger than the highest mountains…to the moon and back…we clash and bang around…we make a lot of noise in this family that could be filled with turmoil, sadness, hate, anger, bitterness, and resentment. Love chases things like that away when you let it.
There are day’s I wish for more of the quieter kind of love and there are moments like right now that I get a few moments of it…and you can better believe I relish in it.
Little Man said it so well when he said. “I think love should be louder than hate so all the hate can go out of this world.” I couldn’t agree with him more.
I close with this photo taken recently of the little’s playing outside on their “mountain”…
Love really is louder.
Until next time my dear friends, love & hugs, Lori