According to Merriam-Webster’s, love is a noun first, then a verb.
I think most of us forget that love is a verb. Love is a feeling verb, for sure, according to the dictionary definition. But if you’re going to be in a successful relationship of any sort, you’d better make sure that love is an action verb as well.
To love someone is about more than how you feel. You can actively love someone and, trust me, when you do, they notice. You can love them by acting lovingly towards them, you can love them by doing things for them, you can love them by recognizing their needs and meeting the ones you can. Love is selfless, though not in a doormat sort of way. In my experience, when you love someone, you want the very best for them and you want to do what you can to help them have it.
Loving isn’t limited to your partners, by the way. You can love your friends, love your parents, love your siblings, love your children.
Actively loving someone is an act of gratitude to [fill in higher power name here] for bringing that person into your life. When you focus on gratitude, oddly enough, more good things start to show up in your life. Maybe they would have been there all along but because you weren’t focused on the good things, you might not have noticed them.
Some of you know that for two years, I was a stay at home mom. I loved being a mama, I loved caring for my boys and my partner but it didn’t start out that way. I started out overwhelmed: two small children (3 and 6)when I’d had none? I had *white* furniture, for pity’s sake. My boys had been abused and neglected and had a string of physical and emotional diagnosis and needed so much care, love and healing. I quit my job to devote myself to their care. At first, it seemed like a huge sacrifice: I loved my job and I was kind of screwing up my career to leave my job when I did. I had choices. We could have hired a nanny, we could have done all sorts of things but what we decided was that the boys really needed the love of their mother, not a hired caretaker, so I left my job to be their mother. I have never once regretted that.
Early on in my mama career, I read something in a book: “In all things, give thanks.” That struck a chord with me. I could continue to stress myself out over the white furniture and all the work I had to do, or I could buy a slipcover and focus on gratitude. I chose gratitude. Things turned around for me, then. I learned to love doing their laundry and folding their little undies and stuff. I began to enjoy finding creative ways to have yummy dinners that didn’t conflict with anyone’s allergies. No packaged foods for my munchkins – I even made ketchup, for pity’s sake. I used my daily housekeeping and caretaking as prayer and meditation. Thanking God for giving me these two precious babies to care for.
After two years, for reasons that are too complicated to write here, I was no longer a mama and I was a single woman again. It is harder to find things to be thankful about but I do. Some days it’s “thank GOD this day is over” but that’s something.
Actively loving means that I seek out ways to express the love I feel. When you actively love, people feel it, even if they can’t put into words what they are feeling. Sometimes it does involve a sacrifice, but most often, it is no more complicated than doing what you were going to have to do anyway, but looking at it as an opportunity to actively love. Sometimes it means going out to dinner when you’ve had a long day because your love needs a break. Sometimes it means writing a check for the lawn service because nobody wants to mow the lawn and it always results in a fight. Sometimes it means sending your love away to have some peace and quiet because they need it badly. Recognizing the need and doing what you can to help fill it. Not because you have to. Because you want to. Because you (actively) love them.
What do you all do to demonstrate love?
The Femme Fairy Godmother is the alterego of a Michigan femme who loves to give (mostly unsolicited) advice to everyone regardless of sexual orientation. Also, the FFG has an overwhelming urge to mother everyone. And by mother I mean tell you how to live your life.
8thday
August 13th, 2009 at 6:17 pm
What do you I do to demonstrate love? Probably not enough. But your post has reminded me to do better.
Thanks.
Tina-cious.com
August 13th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
First of all… you made your own KETCHUP?? BravA mama!!!
Second… I am SO sorry to hear that you lost your family the way you do… for whatever reason you did. I can’t imagine how much that hurt you.
I agree that there’s loving and there’s ACTIVE loving and that when active loving is missing it is NOTICED.
Excellent post
Drew G
August 14th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
Just came from http://tina-cious2.blogspot.com — you have a dynamite site. I would love to talk to you if you are interested in working with Eden Fantasys. Either way Happy Friday and keep up the amazing work.
I really enjoyed this last post about the word love and what it means to Love someone. Very well done !!
Jerzi
August 18th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
awwww…
Jerzi
August 18th, 2009 at 4:34 pm
I love your writings this you know. And once again you post something that blows me away.
smooches.
jerzi
xoxo
Dawg
August 19th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
Love?
Hmm … umm how about not killing Hottie for getting my truck dirty? Or umm not killing her for washing my favorite shirt that is dry clean only?
Oh, you mean things like:
Love letters sent via post?
Romantic cards?Random things left in her car .. flowers, treats, gifts?
Planning surprise vacations? Sharing my car package gooides?
Fuck, I’m in love …
Hehe.
And hey, tell anyone I’m a romantic, and I’ll murder your ass.
FemmeFairyGodmother
August 21st, 2009 at 12:38 am
Um … Dawg? Okay, your secret is totally safe with me. And I’m sure none of the people who also read this will tell a soul! No one will think that you are a romantic. We know you’re a hardass.
Lady Di
August 26th, 2009 at 10:39 am
I think perhaps, from this alone place that I now stand, that I have never truly experienced adult love. I have thought I was in love but really I was just mothering someone so they wouldn’t leave me. I love my son so much it hurts sometimes and I show it by trying to raise him to be the best man he can possibly be.
My dilemma now is how do I show myself that I love myself? Or, first off, how do I actually get around to loving myself when I’ve always had someone with me to block me from ever getting to know that woman? I’m not sure if I actually LIKE her, much less LOVE her! I could pamper her with designer clothes, a trip to Sephora, a nice spa day…but what I really need is to learn how to love her every day when she’s a single mom struggling to find balance in life without blowing her stack or losing her mind.
It sucks to be in a place without love. Or lust. Or just coexisting with someone because you need a soft place to lay your muddled head.
Akki
September 1st, 2009 at 3:00 pm
This is so elequently written. What is selfish in a relationship? Certainly not the occassional need to make life all about oneself-these are human moments. However, string a bunch of those self-filled moments together and then wonder why connection is lacking. I love me and I need you to love me too. Don’t put me out, make me feel bad or demand that I respect you or I’ll make you pay; oh, I can do silence and sulking until you figure out to give me my way is the only way. And, please give me great rewards for trying, for having my “go with the flow” day be the exception rather than the rule. Yes, active loving. There are incredibly selfish people on this planet who make fine examples for how to put oneself first and to hang onto, for nearly a year, the time you felt put out because someone else was just trying to get their way. Just the other day I touched a boy gently on the cheek wishing him well and he reached up to pinch mine really hard. Guess what, there are all sorts of ways to let someone know that they will suffer if you challenge their reign over their kingdom and remember, you too become a serf when you enter the kingdom. The mouse to the batting cat. Shut up and let me bat you around. Don’t ruin my sport. Oh, and while I’m batting you around I’ll blame you for squealing. I am so sick, sick, sick of selfish people. So sick of worrying, fearful soul suckers. Okay, I think I got that out.