I have lived with my family from an early stage of life. I have learned the true meaning of love through the love I shared with my family. I never knew the value of having a lovely family until I began to witness other families and lived with them.
Though to them they might also have the view of a lovely family too, maybe until they also get to experience other families and see how beautiful it could be to share family love.
My parents have been an epitome of love, a definition of what love truly means and I have also learned from their ways. Though it's not always a bed of roses, at least they never let out the pains that come from the thorns.
August last year they celebrated 31 year anniversary of being together. On both ends, I am sure they have spent more than the years they had spent before they met each other as a couple. That's really a blessing, not every couple gets to have the privilege to be celebrated as such, there are a lot of factors that come in when we talk about marriage.
Despite their misunderstandings, they found a way to make sure they sort things out respectfully. I am sure they are just a heavenly match-up.
I remembered a day when Dad wasn’t feeling well and then mum also wasn’t feeling well too. Both of them hardly get ill at the same time like that, but that was just another rare instance that happened.
I was the only one at home with them. I tried to ask Mum if I should get her some medicine for her treatment or call the nurse to attend to her. What she said got me surprised. Mum told me to go and get dad medicine first. Then I was like… what's going on?
I was just coming from Dad and he said the same thing, go get something for your mum. Okay. That's fine. I have decided to make that choice from my end. I went to the pharmacist and asked for her attention to come and see both of them. She did respond and gave them their medications.
Then it was time to leave, she told me to make sure they ate something before they used their medicine. I told her that I would do my best.
After the pharmacist left, I knew if I should go back to ask them again what they would want to eat then I might be centered into confusion. So I just decided to prepare pap for both of them. That was something light and won't have them lose their appetite.
When I was done cooking, I had to serve both of them. After serving Dad, he called my attention and gently asked me what about Mum? Has she eaten? Then I responded yes.
Serving mum was just way different. She asked me to take her food to Dad. Then I smiled and said I had served him and he had eaten too. She ate well after that.
I am amazed by the way they still share love and respect. Instead of fading it continues to grow stronger over time. Though I am sure it might appear weakened at some point it’s worth emulating.
I have learned to give out love from them, though I have yet to have a real experience of it, but I know that from what they have shown us there were ways to have an impact.
Another experience I had was with my aunt and her husband, their combination is just something so amazing. If I could qualify it with anything outside love then it should.
My aunt and her husband were so close that you hardly see them have misunderstandings. They dine on the same plate, have discussions, and always give a warm smile to everyone that comes their way. I lived with them for over five years and I have seen the definition of love through them. They have been together for over 20 years now. I'm always happy with their relationship.
I am just hopeful and prayerful that I get to be with a partner who is going to be my friend, a partner who is going to understand me for who I am and reciprocate the love we share with each other.
Love as they say is sweet only when with the right one. It might be so sour when with the wrong one.
