Being a lover of literature and writing, I have an intense appreciation for language. Language is a wonderful thing. It grants humans the privilege to communicate. It allows us to reveal our feelings, share our displeasures, and express our love.
It is so easy to fall into the trap of allowing our language to bond our relationships. We fall on language and use it as an excuse for true action. Love looses its status as a verb and becomes nothing more than four letters formed over the tongues of the lazy.
Being a mother has taught me so much about love. My relationship with my son doesn’t require language for us to communicate our love for one another.
Before having a baby of my own, I could not possibly understand the connection that exists between a mother and her child. I had no idea that our level of communication could be so strong without a word exchanged.
One little sigh reminding me about the preciousness of life.
One simple smile speaking of so much pleasure.
One giggle making the world a brighter place.
One tiny hand reaching out for Momma saying more than four simple letters ever could.