When writing the the first draft of the Love/Hate Challenge, I started with Ten ordinary things happening now that I love ~~~~
Waking early in the morning, feeling rested and eager to face the day.
Waking my youngest son to, “Good morning sunshine” and other sweet songs that he will not appreciate when he is a teenager.
Completing my entire morning routine before 7:00 am. Definitely before 9:00 am.
Working with my youngest two sons on their studies.
Making nourishing and nutritious meals and snacks that are whole-food and gluten, dairy, and egg-free with high-protein and lower carb options.
Watching biographies about the most significant figures in history.
Talking with my daughter and grandson on the phone.
Running in my neighborhood or riding my stationary bike every day (except Monday.)
Working together with my husband on everything from parenting to business.
Having a craft beer at the end of the day.
Next, I wrote about extraordinary things I love and, quite frankly, wasn’t feeling much hate. But in the spirit of the challenge, I wrote about things that ruffle my feathers or act like a Johnny raincloud on my day. When my post became too long, I decided to edit out the above while keeping the ordinary hate and extraordinary love for the post.
Now to clarify a related point that’s close to my heart. There is extraordinary hate in this world. Pain, suffering, heinous crimes, abuse, and more. So much more. My family and I have been touched by our share of hate, as have our friends, neighbors, countrymen, and world citizens.
Feeling my own pain and that of others deeply, I was a bleeding heart from a tender age. As a young adult I raged against systems to the point of earning degrees in education and public administration in order to help change the world. I devoured the news and was constantly shocked by the latest form of hate.
Now I’m not shocked by hate. Why would I be after years and years of one horrific thing after another? Hate and pathology have become expected, definitely not new or news. This has nothing to do with burnout or apathy. Expected is different from being acceptable or right. Hate is never right.
What is right is love. As a child I recall attending my sister’s baptism and watching the old church ladies cry. It puzzled me. Hadn’t they seen a baby before? Haven’t they been to a million baptisms? While traveling this past weekend I attended church and was privileged to witness the baptism of a beautiful one-year-old girl. She, her family, and the whole gathering beamed. I cried. Now I understand.
Love and ordinary life are shocking. Tell me a fire was set by a madman, or that a mother lost her mind and hurt her child, or that there are waring factions of all stripes, and I’m not shocked. What shocks me is my visceral reaction to love. Show me relief workers at a war site and I’m filled with hope. Scenes of firefighters rescuing a family and their pet brings tears. Watching my daughter play with my grandson like I played with her fills my heart indescribably.
I’m not sure when the shock of hate gave way to the shock of love but I’m glad it did.
Are you shocked by love, hate, both? What example of shocking love have you experienced?
Warmly ~~~~~~~~ Angie Mc