Yesterday I wrote about finite, how there is an absolute limit on some things. Today I write about children and how nothing they could ever do would alienate my love for my children.
I believe that the definition of true love is that it is eternal.
Loving someone means wanting the best for them, wanting them to be comfortable, content, even happy.
If that is true then I am glad for whatever causes these things in their lives. Even if one of them is engaged to a Trump supporter, or Queen of of the fairies from hell, I feel a fondness for that person because they improve the life of my child.
If my child sees the goodness in them, I will find it too.
I brought my children up to be thinkers, deeply introspective, intelligent people. I know who they are and I trust my judgement. I know which child has disabilities and which ones do not. Any flaws in them had to spring from seeds that have always been there and I feel a responsibility for not culling, or failing to nourish them.
I am aware that each one is now a fully competent adult with many outside influences, but I also know their base is solid.
That is something I am not always sure about with other people.
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