Something that happened today made me think....Yep, did some thinkin' today...so that's always good:)
All of a sudden the baby started crying. Which is a bit unusual because she truly is the most remarkable baby EVER. She doesn't cry much. No really, she doesn't and this cry was out of the ordinary. I looked over and noticed she was lying face first on the ground. Big sister Mila was right there, looking a bit guilty. Although, she was not too concerned because her eyes were glued to the T.V.
I said, "Mila what did you do to Aria?" "I pushed her." "Why did you push her?"
"Because I love her."
Um, okay. Weird response. I was totally NOT expecting that. And I didn't really know what to think about it except it was hilarious and weird and totally wrong all at the same time. Of course I "dealt" with the situation, but I was still wondering why she said what she said.
I still don't know why she responded that way and I doubt I ever will. Ask a three year old "WHY" and you never know what you are going to hear.
It is however a funny little "happening" that I will be writing in her baby book....maybe both of the babies' books!
So, I started thinking....yep, there I go again.
Sometimes we do or say hurtful things to the people we love the most. Maybe we mean it, but maybe we don't. Either way, we often hurt those who are closest to us and those we love the most.
Why? I don't know. Maybe because we feel like we can take things out on them because we know they will still love us. Or maybe because they are the people who are always with us and they just end up getting the brunt of things.
It's sad though. The people we love the most are the people we should treat with the most love and the upmost respect.
We always put on our "happy" little face or the "perfect" little show for outsiders to see. So they think we are wonderful and amazing and loving and all of that.
But then we "let er' rip" (no, not like that:) For those who are closest to us. We're just ourselves....honest, real and yes, sometimes just plain mean and nasty.
I honestly don't think my daughter had a clue why she said this. Like I said, her eyes were glued to the T.V. and I think she just responded with whatever came to her head. She often tells Aria that she loves her, so I suppose it was a common response, although it made no sense in that situation.
I am choosing to believe that Mila did not truly mean any harm to her sister by pushing her. She didn't do it with an evil gleam in her eye and then her response was weird to say the least. Of course she was wrong and like I said before the situation was dealt with.
I suppose it is just a prime example of how we treat others. Now I am not talking about physical abuse here or anything. (Although I suppose that would be an extreme example.) I am talking about the day-to-day "riff raff" that we cause. You know. The mean comments to our husbands when they leave their clothes on the floor. The "evil eye" or rolling of the eyes when we think they have done something completely stupid. Or the disrespect we show them when we are just in a bad mood and they are the closest ones in proximity so they get to hear about it. Or when we yell at our kids because we are irritated with something or are feeling impatient, although they have done nothing wrong. I am quite guilty of that today. And I feel really bad about it now after writing about it. I didn't even know it was going to "come up" as I was writing, but well, that's how sin is. It will surface...eventually.
So ask for forgiveness from the Father who forgives and who sends our transgressions far, far away. To the place where He won't go back. To the place where He will not return to pick them up and hold them against us. They are gone. Forever. We are forgiven.
So forgive others as Christ Jesus your Lord has forgiven you. And love one another as He has loved you. And treat each other as you would like to be treated.
Love should heal, and trust and show patience and kindness and gentleness....
So, really...Love should not "hurt."
It just seemed like an appropriate title:)
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