Are there words?

Have you ever noticed how many songs focus on love – romantic love?  Lost love, found love, loving through the circumstances, enduring love…

I was thinking yesterday that not many songs recount the love that a parent has for a child – and the few that do stand out.  “Butterfly Kisses”  “Daddy’s Hands” “In my Daughter’s Eyes”  “Sunrise, Sunset”

I think to a certain degree that a parents’ love for their child is almost too profound, too deep, and too instinctive to put to words.  Sometimes romantic love is a choice and a solemn digging-in-the-heels of commitment.  Parental love is like breathing – and is expressed in so many ways, oftentimes sacrificially; especially when sleep is interrupted; schedules are dominated by naps, homework, ball practice; money is channeled toward shoes, braces, dance lessons, adoption costs.  I think it takes 9 months of nausea, stretch marks, backaches and finally labor and delivery to get that little squishy person here for a reason.  I think adoption is months and years of hurdles, reams of paperwork, and willingness to literally go the ends of the earth for a reason.

These bonds are not ever to be broken.  The process in forging the relationship between a parent and a child is smelted through a fiery refining process.  There are no words to express our feelings for our child other than the I love you’s/I’m proud that you are my daughter/I am thankful for you/I am blessed to have you in my life…

This post is quite rambling, but I finally decided that is ok…there are just no words.