This photo from Burning Man shook me to my core. I have never been one to be moved by art, but as a grown woman in love, constantly confronted by my inner child- I was left thinking about this image for hours.
Imagine- if we could learn to love like children.
I’ll be the first to admit it. All too often I let pride stand in the way of what could be so simple. I hide my vulnerability behind a wall of mistrust, taking myself so far away from the simple reality of what is – I am a woman in love.
We battle to have the last word, the point that proves, the “my way or the highway” attitude. When this doesn’t happen (because it never does), we question love. We push it away, we think too much, we over analyze.
What would it be to love like a child?
It would be simple, pure, honest. Not jaded by pride, or circumstance or outside influences/opinions/ideals.
It would be vulnerable- leaving you open to every possibility.
It wouldn’t matter who was right or who was wrong. It wouldn’t matter, because children love regardless of “right”.
Children love regardless of the mistake you made.
Children love regardless of the attitude you carry home from your stressful day.
Children love regardless of what you look like, don’t look like, do or don’t do.
Children, don’t know about ego.
Children just love.
I want to love like a child. I want to love like my child, whose heart is warmed by anyone with a smile. But sometimes I can’t, I’ve seen too much pain, I know too much. I can’t unlearn what I’ve learned the hard way.
But then I see a photo like this, and I’m reminded that love is simple, pure, and kind – much like a child.
There is so much we can learn from the heart of a child.
Children do not question love.
They do not doubt.
They do not pull away.
They do not push.
They just love.
I want to just love. Without question, with doubt. Without the battle.
Until meeting my husband, I refused to “just love”. I carefully guarded my heart and my emotions, remembering the pain of childhood and constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was always the adult from this picture, always, from a very young age.
But then I met the one. And all of who I thought I was, was challenged. And he loved in the silliest of ways. And forced me to be vulnerable. And I fought it, every step of the way.
Until our child was born. And I saw how she loved.
This child has taught me so much about love, it seems as if I knew nothing about the concept until she arrived.
Through her innocent and loving presence, I find myself desperate to love like a child – the ones in the photo, the one laying next to me right now.
I am infinitely filled with certainty, that if we just loved like children, in the purest and most innocent of ways, life would be so much more fulfilling.
Let’s love like children.