Stinks Like Love

Recently, one of my children (the tactful one) walked into the kitchen and said the words every person wants to hear when cooking:

Ew, what’s that smell?”

“That’s the dressing I’m making for dinner.”

“Why are you making that?”

“Because it’s healthy for you and I love you.”

“It still kind of stinks.”

“That’s right, baby, it stinks like love.”

Real love is not found on the shelves of Hallmark or in a florist shop. It’s not as pretty as a Valentine’s card. Real love is something different:

  • It’s the days and weeks and months after happily ever after.
  • It’s poopy diapers and nursing at 3 AM.
  • It’s tearing up at school programs.
  • It’s heart-pumping, adrenaline-inducing protectiveness.
  • It’s putting the needs of others ahead of your own.
  • It’s knowing when to put your needs first.
  • It’s taking care of your health because you need strong arms to carry children, strong legs to run to them fast enough, and a strong body so you can walk with them through life as long as possible. (All things much more motivating than the size of your jeans.)
  • It’s waiting in doctor’s offices and shots and lollipops.
  • It’s “you’ll thank me for this later,” and “I’m doing this because I love you.”
  • It’s lying in bed at night thinking I could have done better.
  • It’s getting up the next morning and actually doing better.
  • It’s nasty tasting medicine.
  • It’s going to work every day.
  • It’s cooking dinner when the call of the drive thru is so enticing. (It’s also occasionally answering that call!)
  • It’s reading.
  • It’s imagination gone wild at mysterious medical symptoms.
  • It’s finding the news frightening to watch now that it’s their world too.
  • It’s accepting bad habits, weaknesses, and quirkiness.
  • It’s apologizing more and judging less.
  • It’s back scratches.
  • It’s that roller coaster feeling in your stomach.
  • It’s second-guessing and guilt and frustration.
  • It’s communicating with just a look.
  • It’s listening.
  • It’s chaos.
  • It’s peace.

May your Valentine’s Day be filled with more chocolate than stinky salad dressing. And may your lives continue to stink like love.

30 thoughts on “Stinks Like Love

  1. I can’t think of a single thing to add to the list except this:
    It’s all about family when you realize that your own kids are passing 48 and 40 (respectively) and their kids (at least one) is now over 21 and the cycle may start again.

  2. Very well said. It certaintly is not about the 16 Billon that the National Retail Federation says that will be spent today.

  3. I could hear your voice when reading “it stinks like love” and cried before getting past #3. Cause I cry like a baby at every one of them. Beautiful, Amy. Happy Valentines Day and I miss you and the family!!

  4. Great stuff Amy.

    “It’s putting the needs of others ahead of your own.” That pretty much sums it up although I also like this section:
    “It’s “you’ll thank me for this later,” and “I’m doing this because I love you.”
    It’s lying in bed at night thinking I could have done better.
    It’s getting up the next morning and actually doing better.”

    Right on.

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