Who loves you?
Now, think about this. Who’s the one person you can count on – to comfort you when you’re down, to celebrate your accomplishments and to truly appreciate you for who you are? Who is that one someone who can read your mind, who will do the perfect thing for you at the perfect time?
It has to be you. Wonderful you. Who else can it be? Even our closest intimates can’t read our minds all the time.
After receiving a few birthday cards from a dear friend, I was disappointed the year I didn’t receive one. Being the ruminator I was at the time, I ruminated. (That’s what cows do, you know. Chew their cud over and over and over. We do that with thoughts and it gets us no where and nothing, but CUD, which is already-been-chewed grass.) Finally, I told him and he said, “Oh, I didn’t know.”
Some of us put ourselves through years of torture before coming to this simple fact: people will let us down. Parents, spouses, best friends, children. It’s also a simple and unfortunate fact that I can’t love you if I don’t love myself.
How can you expect anyone to love you if you don’t love your self, if you don’t feel “lovable?”
If we’re lucky, we know people who will love us inspite of ourselves. They can see the good we cannot see. (They love us even though we mistreat them sometimes. “You always hurt the one you love.” That stinks, doesn’t it?)
It was only about 10 years ago when I realized I had to learn to love myself. It was hard work, believe me. I had to forgive myself for making decisions that were not in my best interests, learn to love my faults, forgive people who hurt me. Aack … there were many nights I cried. I felt sorry for me. Poor me. Wait. Hurray for me!
What I learned through years of hard work is that I am not alone. I’ve always got me, for one. I’m my cheerleader. I know what comforts me. I give myself slack for not being perfect. I make my own fun. PLUS, since I’m a good friend to me, I can be a good friend to others. I’ve got love to spare and try to spread it around. I’ve got wonderful friends, including many members of my family, and my sidekick, Aw’gy the Awesome Doggy. I am grateful.
I remember thinking not too long ago that no one could ever love me the way I love myself. No one will ever know me well enough to appreciate the good and accept the bad as only I can do.
My hope for you in this month of hearts and flowers is that you realize – if you haven’t already – that your best friend in the world is you.
Sing this to yourself …
I’m gonna love you like nobody’s loved you come rain or come shine.
High as a mountain and deep as a river come rain or come shine.
I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things.
But don’t you ever bet me ’cause I’m gonna be true if you let me.
You’re gonna love me like nobody’s loved me , come rain or come shine.
Happy together, unhappy together – and won’t that be fine.
Days may be cloudy or sunny. We’re in or we’re out of the money.
But I’m with you always, I’m with you rain or shine.
Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer