My daughter's teacher would like for us to write a letter to my daughter about why we love her. I am pretty sure I had to do something similar to this last year for the month of February. Love is typically the theme for the second month of the year. I have been trying to figure out what I will write to her in this letter.
How do you explain to your five year old why you love her when you cannot explain it yourself? I would say it is instinctual. I have to love her because she is a part of me. I carried her in my womb for nine months. However, parents love adopted children just as much as I love my biological children. I would do anything for her and my son, and it is not just because we share DNA.
I remember listening to a program and the man was describing how, if he wanted to have a happier life, he would not have had children. He followed this by saying he would sacrifice anything for the safety and happiness of his children. Children make our lives feel purposeful. They can be frustrating. They make things much more complicated, but we would never give them up to have the life we had before. We would lay down our lives to keep our kids safe.
My kids love me unconditionally, for now. Despite the fact I will lose my patience with them, yell at them, take away toys and treats, they will fight each other over who gets mommy to put them to bed. Sometimes, they fight over who gets daddy, but not as often. They spend more time with me, so I spend more time disciplining them. I suppose I also spend more time playing or doing activities with them, but my husband and I are good about sharing parenting duties.
It never ceases to amaze me that they will still want to hang out with me after I have lost my temper. I apologize immediately after. Usually, it comes about after I have asked my kids five to ten times to stop doing something or start doing something. I have given them the line, "mommy still loves you, even when she is angry." They also give me the reciprocal line, "we still love you, even when you are angry."
Why do I love my children? I don't know, but I do. It brings tears to my eyes when I hear my daughter teach my son the words to "Vive le Vent", then he sings back his truncated version of the song, and she congratulates him, as though he won a singing contest. Watching them use their imagination as they play with their toys makes me wish they could stay little forever. I love when they come to bed with us in the mornings, not too early, and snuggle. I love when they want a hug and kiss out of the blue.
This evening my daughter wanted me to put her to bed. I asked, "Why do you want me?" She replied, "Because, I love you." "Why do you love me?", I asked. "Because you dance, and sometimes you take me to gymnastics." How can you not love someone who gives you such simple answers?
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