In my 41 year long life – I’ve met a lot of different men. But never completely fallen in love. I thought I was – or at least I tried and WANTED to be in love. But as the time passed on – I realized that I wasn’t. The closest I’ve been – must have been when I was a teenager – 14 years old. I fell for this beautiful young man – almost 18. I always blushed when I met him. And God forbid if he actually talked to me. But the magic happened when he one evening came up to me and asked me to go for a walk in the moonshine. He finally discovered ME. However – like young love tend to do – it lasted only for a few months. He then moved on – and started dating a friend of mine. That hurt – a lot!! And I was really surprised about it ending.
Like in this quote by Benjamin Disraeli;
- The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
But – IT DID!
For almost 18 years ago – when I got pregnant with my oldest daugther – things started to happen. And for about 17 years ago – someone stole my heart – totally. My child – my first little princess. For 14 years ago – carrying my second daughter – I was wondering how it would be possible to have room in my heart for another child. I was kind of worry too. But when I held her in my arms for the first time – my heart expanded – there was just as much love for a second child. I then had two beautiful princesses. I was really blessed.
Of course – there was a lot of work, worrying and responsibilities – and I really struggled in periods of their younger years. But there was a lot of love – and that was the most important thing of all. I decided that I shouldn’t have any more children. It would be too difficult to handle.
But in one way or another – I changed my mind. Four years ago – when my third daughter was born – my heart grew even more. I started to think of my heart as a gladiolus (flower) – growing one flower at the time – one for each of my children. Every single one special – every single one beautiful – and together – PERFECT!
I would like to end this post with a story about my four-year-old daughter. She has been home from kindergarden today because of a sore throat.
She was watching TV when I came and gave her a cup of warm tea, with milk and sugar. And a cheese sandwich (that she wouldn’t eat of course). She took the cup – looked up at me – smiled and said; “You are so kind mammy!”
No wonder my heart melted :o)
No wonder my kids are THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :o)