Love Never Fails...

Thought and Poem

They say that “birds of a feather flock together.” But this is not always true. There will always be “one” bird out there that wants to expand his horizon and seek a better or different way of life. Such is the same with children who grow up in dysfunctional families. Some at a very young age learn that the “hand of authority” rules the home and not love.

Many times, children who grow up in these types of environments, just continue the cycle of abuse, because this is all they have ever known. But just as one bird may seek a better way of life, many women who have children of their own, definitely want to raise their children in a better way than they had been raised.

I was one of these children, who grew up never knowing what “true” love was. I knew it was not based on riches; social status, or sex, love came from ones heart. And even if we never had that love ourselves from our own mothers, it doesn’t mean it is too late to learn what love really is.

When I was pregnant with my first child, a flamed burned inside me that I never wanted to let die out. I could not wait to hold this child I was carrying in my arms. When she finally did arrive, tears welled up in my eyes as my love for her was like a magnet. Nothing was ever going to come between my child and my ability to show her and shower her with motherly love. I had never experienced such a bond of love with anything up to this time in my life and I was drinking up this love, and promised I would never let my love run dry.

Over the years, I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I also knew that I had given my children something I had never had from my own mother…love. I can look back, not on my mistakes, but on the efforts I had made to be different, to stop abusive cycles, and to nurture and not hinder. My children taught me to love and to be loved. It is such a wonderful feeling.

What about you? Would you agree that love never fails? Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst

Love Never Fails

Despite how we were raised and what we have been through,

Becoming a mother, will show you all the things being a mother should do.

Love may teach discipline but does not harshly scold,

Love draws you close to each other, it is not cold.

Love thinks of the needs and wants of others,

Love puts others first, especially if you are a mother.

Mother’s arms can reach around the world, wherever her children may be,

Mother’s open their ears and heart when their children need to talk about the things they need.

Mothers are not perfect, as we all know,

But when they fail to give the love their children need, to be better than our own mothers, we aim others to show.

A mother’s love, along with her children, should always grow,

This love would guide the choices and paths a child may wish to go.

Anyone can have a baby, but not all women prove to be “mothers,”

Even if they keep having one child after another,

A mother’s love will never fail,

And if a child learns this from his birth, he will cherish this gift, and love will continue to prevail.

Jeanne Claire Probst