Well, here I go. Nikki, I’m taking the PenguinPrompt! This assignment speaks to my life, it’s way past time for a new post, and Karma Knits Love, so here I go! [If you don’t know Nikki’s blog, check it out! It’s a wonderful place]
Love, the word, has so many sides to it. My son graduated from high school on Saturday, and one of the speakers at the ceremony is a high school English teacher who spoke beautifully about platitudes. She gives students an assignment to take platitudes and write about how they are used and what people may mean when using them. The phrases “I love you,” “Love makes the world go around,” or “Share your love” can each be seen as a platitude. People say them frequently, and these phrases are printed on t-shirts, greeting cards, posters for walls, and coffee mugs. But what does a person really want to communicate to another when they use one?
As a grandmother, I say “I love you” to my granddaughter often. She’s not yet 2, so it’s a familiar, kind phrase that I say to her and love to hear back – although 3 words in one breath is a bit much, she’s still working on “peanut butter” which comes out more as “pee-dat-buh-duh.” But when I say, “I love you” to my granddaughter, it is said because I do love her in the best sense of the word.
As a wife, I learned early that my husband is suspicious of too many “I love you” statements from a person. A former lover showed him that over using this phrase can be an attempt at manipulating another. Thus, he is more impressed by acts of kindness and love than by constantly saying “I love you”. And so it goes for the other phrases about Love. I’ve seen wonderful people say “Share your love” and encourage people to do acts of kindness that benefit others. Sadly, I’ve also seen people use the phrase for their cheesy, self-centered, egotistical benefit.
Why can one word be both wonderful and dangerous? Because it is such a basic, natural part of our existence. My granddaughter was born into a room where there were 5 adult family members ready to receive her with love. Her father was so excited for her to be arrive, he cried tears of happiness when she was born. It was the first emotion we showed her. She’s almost 2, so for nearly 700 days she’s been shown an enormous amount of love by so many people ( she has a lot of people in her life).
Writing about Love brings me happiness thinking how wonderful the example of my granddaughter is. It also brings me sadness because this feeling of being loved by others doesn’t stay as it is for my granddaughter now. There are life phases when it’s hard to remember how loved you are. This is where I come in – the purpose for knitting love is to give another human being a reminder that they are loved.
This gesture started after the 2016 election – the great divide where people were on one side or another, it became “us” and “them”, most people were finding more to dislike about each other than to like about anything. And so I knit many hearts, took them to work, and passed out Love to my co-workers. I told each co-worker as I gave them their heart in person: “I’m passing out love today” – and I genuinely meant it. People were stunned at first, then smiled, and I got a hug from many of them. This small act helped people to re-boot and remember how we were before the divide. It was my way to show love.
I am honored that Debbie asked me to connect this to her ForgivingFridays initiative. Please check out her blog – she’s wonderful ❤ ForgivingConnects