knowing...

A friend of my family's has "come out" to his parents, and is amazed at their love and acceptance. Isn't that sad? Not that he is gay, but that he had to worry for even a single second that his parents, who love him more than he can even imagine, would not accept him for who he is. Still, isn't life like that? Aren't we always living in fear that we will not be accepted or loved--especially because of the very things that make us who we are? The things we cannot change. The things we shouldn't try to hide. The very essence of our being.
My children are teaching me that about myself...as I love them unconditionally--despite the disappointments, surpises, disagreements, flat out fights--I still honor, respect, admire, and yes, LOVE the very essence of who they are. And I am honored every day to be their mom.
I also know that about the Universe, or whatever you choose to call the divine force of love that most people call "God". No matter what we perceive as failing, sin, wrong-doing, fucking-up; no matter what we believe or don't believe or what we choose to call ourselves we are loved. Beyond our wildest imaginations. Loved and accepted and welcomed and honored. By the Universe. By the great Knowing. By Love.