When we become teenagers (and later, adults), it’s easy to forget how much our parents love us. It’s easy to forget how much they loved on us. We don’t remember being tossed up high over and over while our squeals of delight rang through the air. We don’t remember our dads blowing raspberries on our bare bellies, or our moms scooping us up and holding us tight, just to feel our tiny heartbeat next to hers.
We didn’t see their eyes when they first met ours; we didn’t hear the gasps of awe the first time they held our tiny bodies. We couldn’t count how many times they rubbed their cheeks over our heads to take in the smell of us, brand new people.
How awesome would it be to remember all those moments? To have witnessed our own parents constantly falling in love with us and the things we did? How many grudges would be lifted, how many sins forgiven if we could remember just one minute of one day when we were new, and they were so enamored with us? How many reunions would there be if we could know the promises whispered into our tiny, unknowing ears: “I’ll never leave you, I’ll never hurt you, I will always protect you, You are the most important thing in the whole wide world.”
As we grew up, became teenagers, we shunned our parents a bit. They cooked for us and they did our laundry but they were oh, so terribly uncool, weren’t they? And they could be a bit of an embarrassment when our friends were around. Best just to nod your head and roll your eyes as you walk away. I was a horrible teenager. I know I put my my parents (especially my mom) through the ringer with my dastardly lies and sneaking around. I surely put her love to the test on a daily basis.
Being a parent is so much more than you can imagine; I believe it’s something you literally cannot imagine until you are one (biological or otherwise). It’s really fucking hard, and it’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day of raising a child and forget those awe-inspiring moments of our first days together. Some parents get lost along the years of us growing up. Sometimes they come back to us. Sometimes they never do. Sometimes, we’re the ones who stray: it’s something we do for fun and it’s something we do to survive.
But all of us, at one time, were the most amazing thing our parents had ever seen, had ever done. We were all, at one time, the Most Important Thing in the Whole Wide World.
Try to remember that. Remember that for yourself; remember it to forgive or to forget, whichever you need to do. Or just for the hell of it, you know. But please do try to imagine the days that someone was constantly falling in love with you.
Kids or parents: we could all use some of that. To jog your memory, I give you: moments of falling in love.