Journaling: I don't remember at what age I learned
the meaning of my name. I do know that it had a strong impact upon me. When I look back to my early childhood-(earliest memories are about4 years old) I don't recall a lot of physical affection being shown in the family.
What I do remember are actions, physical care and provision. Also
holiday celebrating. I think it must be that
my parents don't share one of my main "love languages";
touch. And that lack gave questions of my worth. Finding the meaning of my name changed that! Now I look back and see Mom
& Dad's languages, and I don't need an interpreter!
Credits:
Bella Gypsy: Soul Sisters
KHadfield: Month Brads, Scotland the Brave
LGrieveson: Love All Around
Mommyish: Welcome Autumn
I appreciate your page, not just for how beautiful it is, but for making me realize that I never felt loved by my parents either. DUH! My DH and I were pre-marital counselors for several years, and talked with engaged couples about the different
"love languages." Mine, also, is touch. Guess it wasn't my mom's or step-dad's! It never crossed my mind that this was for parent/child as well as for husband/wife. I wonder if/how I may have neglected assuring my own children of my love for them because we spoke different "love languages." Now I'm going to see if I can do the right thing by my grands! Thank you so much.
@SharLamb Wow, that is wonderful! Yes, I try to remember this teaching when dealing with DIL; we are so much alike, but our "languages" are very different. I think I am beginning to understand hers... a little, lol!
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