When a mother who has lost a child has another baby, few dare question if she’s capable of loving another child. No one wonders if her heart is big enough to love her “angel” baby while simultaneously loving the smiling toddler at her side. When she shares photos on social media of their special time together, there aren’t comments saying she must be “over” the death of her first child.
To imply that we should not date again until we no longer love our spouses means going to the grave never having felt the warmth of another kiss, the strong embrace of a hug or the loving words of a new partner. You don’t get to dictate how or when we take the band-aid off our hearts. There’s an expression that says, broken crayons still color. Our hearts, despite being broken, are still capable of love.
In fact, when we’re ready to love – truly ready to not let our fears, insecurities, and guilt hold us back – the world had better take notice. We love hard because we know firsthand the importance of letting our partners know how much they are cared for, while they are still here with us. We know to cherish the small things we once took for granted. We get that those silly squabbles don’t matter in the end. We know it’s always the right time to live boldly and passionately.
Jag vet att många som läser här inne har gått igenom liknande saker som jag och Sara har. Sara skickade en så himla fin och träffsäker text till mig imorse. Jag vill verkligen dela den här för jag tror många kan relatera till den. Jag går inte in och förklarar den med egna ord – läs <3. Länk HÄR.