Beauty doesn’t affect change, love does. — Kylie
I hear that I am loved more now than I ever did as a child, but I feel no more loved. I saw the love given to me by the acts shown or affection felt. My family did not say, “I love you.” I wasn’t hugged daily, told good job for scribbling nonsense, or given a trophy for participating in public activities or sporting events. And guess what? I’ve turned out fine.
I saw the love in my mother’s working and cooking. I saw it with my sister’s extreme jokes on me, my brother’s care of me, and when my stepfather took me to the doctor.
I guess that I’ve turned out fine is debatable, but I definitely could have turned out a lot worse. I am caring, loyal, and a hard worker who is self-sufficient and reliable. I also like to toot my own horn. These days, entitled teens run the streets outfitted with $20,000 starter vehicles and working none for any of it. Their character reflects this.
I have said those three little words thousands of times, but the actions of love that I took for those people meant more than my words did. I still stay in the habit of saying I love you to those that are close to me. However, I want them to look back and say they saw it and felt it also.
I put my heart and soul into my cooking, along with butter, so every meal I make for my loved ones is an act of love from me. I know who loves what and cook that for their special days, from birthdays to weddings.
I hope they can taste my love. I know they can see it once the weight starts piling on.
This one is my main love language. I bully, but ever so gently, the ones I love the most. Sharing jokes, pranks, and humor with each other is definitely the way I receive love the best. Unless, of course, it’s clearly not funny and then I just extremely violent. Strangers don’t always know how to take me, but my loved ones love me for the sarcastic foul-mouthed delight that I am and wouldn’t want it any other way. Except for maybe my Grandma, God rest her soul, who got the whoopee cushion in church when I was seven.
To be considered such a bully, I am actually quite caring. I make sure everyone knows that I am the friend they can call if they need something. I’m not the one just saying that. I will call, bring food, and show up if I know something is going on in your life. I will go to the hospital to see you and call your parents “mom” and “dad”. I only gently bully the ones that I love the most. If I don’t like someone, I am just really over the top polite to them. s
At the end of the day, my point is that so many more need to show love instead of just saying it. They say it almost as an automatic response to getting off the phone or leaving the house. I’m not saying to stop saying it, but show it too!
People never forget how you made them feel. For example, my love is a fire. It will keep you warm, but it will also burn the crap out of you.