Yes, Valentines is a celebration of love, but what is at the heart of love? And what clues might it give us to the best way to celebrate?
On the phone with my mom last night, a true introvert and a tiny bit of a loner, she said, “I just need a hug.”
“I’m so sorry, Mom, that Dad isn’t well enough to hug you anymore. And I’m sorry that I’m so far away.”
“Yes, you know there’s a lady here where I live and she gets to feeling the same way. So we’ve agreed that, if ever we need a hug, she can just come to me and I will gladly give her one. And she’ll hug me if I need it.”
“Sounds like you need to look her up tomorrow.”
“Yes, I think so.”
Whether it’s a sudden disruption or a long slow drip, trouble and pain bring clarity. They help us discover, what really matters most? What is our greatest treasure? The answer is not success or accomplishment. Or a closet full of clothes or a trip to the beach or the mountains or “going to Disneyland.” It’s the tender presence, even the touch, of someone who cares about us.