…to a 4-8 year old
My good friend Tracey sent this to me:
Touching words from the mouth of babes.
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ‘What does love mean?’ The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
- ‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’ Rebecca- age 8
- ‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’ Billy – age 4
- ‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ Karl – age 5
- ‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ Chrissy – age 6
- ‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ Terri – age 4
- ‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.’ Danny – age 7
- ‘Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.? They look gross when they kiss’ Emily – age 8
- ‘Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents ?and listen.’ Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)
- ‘If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,’ Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)
- ‘Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.’ Noelle – age 7
- ‘Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.’ Tommy – age 6
- ‘During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.’ Cindy – age 8
- ‘My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.’ Clare – age 6
- ‘Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.’ Elaine-age 5
- ‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.’ Chris – age 7
- ‘Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.’ Mary Ann – age 4
- ‘I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.’ Lauren – age 4
- ‘When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.’ (what an image) Karen – age 7
- ‘Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.’ Mark – age 6
- ‘You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.’ Jessica – age 8
- And the final one…The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. ??When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry’
Readers: Tell me you loved this as much as I did. I don’t even have children so I can imagine the reactions from those that do. :)
Debbie: It sure is time isn’t it?
Sharon: Good for you. Let the training begin. And I love that…yes! Let’s wake up the sleeping sisters!
Elle: Yes, get off that wagon. I appreciate the beauty that I have. Beauty can take you far but it only goes so far, and then there better be something else. I won’t deny that I work on trying to stay young looking and in shape, (what woman who cares about herself doesn’t?) but I work on the something else much more. Appreciating your true beauty, and not trying to be someone else, is where it’s at. :)
Ursla: Your needs are just as important. Next time your man needs something cleaned asap, show him how to use the washing machine, and take that time you’re saving and do something for yourself.
Margarieta: Wonderful – Love it. Be an example for your girlfriends, and your daughters – Break the pattern.
Maria: Your advice to Latina women is really advice for all women. No woman should have to put up with the Bull shit men try to feed them. Happy to see that you aren’t.
Imo: I HOPE the comments from the other girls here will inspire you to not be that way anymore.
Claire: I can’t imagine what you and other models must go through emotionally over your looks. I know that it is a secret dream of many young girls – fame and fortune…the fast exciting life. I admit, when I was young I wanted it. Thankfully I didn’t fit the ticket. I wasn’t a strong enough girl to handle the constant rejection or feedback on my looks.
I’m not against finding a rich husband. Rich men look for pretty models for wives, such as yourself all of the time. And as Ruth said, “You can love a rich man as well a poor man” or something like that. Anyway…I am not a financial advisor, But in the mean time, if I were you, I would be socking away and investing as much money as I could to build your own little next egg just for you. Do so even when you get married, because you never know if something younger and prettier will catch his wandering eye. Men do it all the time so, as I say, “What is good for the goose is good for the gander”. Oh…and congratulations on your new job! I HOPE to see that cover shot.
Hera: I had to laugh about your husband. :)
Zen Lill: I think I remember that comment with Kate Winslet. It is raining here too and I kinda like to also. I am off to lunch at NM with a group of girls that I haven’t seen in ages. Should be fun – I HOPE your holiday parties have been fun too.
Everyone have a wonderful Sunday! Peace out.
Lastly, greed over a great story is surfacing from my “loyal”(?) readers. With all this back and forth about who owns what, that appears on my blog, let me reiterate that all material posted on my blog becomes the sole property of my blog. If you want to reserve any proprietary rights don’t post it to my blog. I will prominently display this caveat on my blog from now on to remind those who may have forgotten this notice.
Gratefully your blog host,
michelle
Aka BABE: We all know what this means by now :)
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