Whispers in the Shift

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What is our love language currently? How does she make her presence known?

Can we recognize that as it changes over time, it may create some ambiguity? Even tension for those who have become accustomed to it appearing a certain way. Even for us as the bestower of it.

In my childhood I began noticing what a love language might be. My mom making sure our fridge was stocked with my father’s favorites. Cleaning a box of strawberries nightly to have ready the following morning to find itself on top of a mound of shredded wheat cereal. Entertaining back in the day when it was not her true nature to do so, always being more of an introvert than extrovert.

My dad always commenting on what an amazing homemaker and cook my mother was. Wanting to take us out to dinner on Sunday’s to offer her a night off. Without too much protest from us as long as we were back in time to watch, The Magical World of Disney, as it was known back in the day.

His supporting his wife with my two siblings and me. Yet observing her want to crack him with a cosmic two by four because of a suggestion that she have us whipped back into shape before the weekend. It was an ongoing teasing time between the two of them.

I recognize this within my life. My love language of being able to show up physically to help in the various ways that I had previously, slowly began to shift. The tasks I was assisting with I often needed to be actively engaged with on my own home front. My energy reserves requiring saving for my own lane of life.

Keeping it simple.

Remaining cognizant that rather than an apology, might I be honest about where I am discovering myself currently? Sharing how I am able to show up, and that my loving care is ever present, even as my language is transforming.

This feels like a vital and ongoing conversation to become actively engaged within no matter one’s age. Shedding needed light upon that which could be misconstrued into something that it is not.

“We can make choices for our lives from a place of conscious clarity, rather than unconscious compulsion.” ~ Meggan Watterson

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