“I don’t know but pour ’em all on!”
That was our then teen’s reply when we asked him about what’s your love language more than a few years ago. We did discuss it with him but he couldn’t be budged.
Pour ’em all on!
In reality isn’t that really how we all feel? Okay, don’t touch me too much but other than that…pour ’em on.
When he asked the guys at school what their love language was…it was an international Christian school by the way and almost all the kids were kids of workers, they thought he was just waxing eloquent about nothing. He’s considering law or politics today. No, he told them it is for real. Ask your parents.
Last year my DH decided to test us all including the other son’s girlfriend, Jessica. Serious Girlfriend. Why? So we could know everyone’s love language. She must be thinking what has she gotten herself into. I am thinking a pretty sweet spot. We love her.
I digress. Love Language. I love giving and receiving gifts. Turns out to our surprise when took the test years ago my top one was quality time. My husband’s was ZERO, that is a big fat ZERO on everything but acts of service. Like mom, like son at least as far as wanting the love to be poured on. I scored in every area.
Jim and I have learned a lot since then.
I still like to give and receive gifts but Time as my adult kids are older and we have spent continents apart for months had become more important, sweeter still. Quality time has obviously increased in value for me.
Take Mother’s Day. We got invited to spend it in DC with Rob & Jessica. They even made hotel reservations for us. We are a lot of people!
I was pleased as pink punch!!!
They planned well; her mom from out west was there too. She was delightful. Only Will who had to work was missing.
The Sweet Peas made me cards with stickers. Lots of stickers.
We ate out at the perfect spot Saturday night. A popular Mexican place with a curvy booth seat by a big window for the Sweet Peas. Though the hostess said 1 1/2 hours, we were going to wait. We had 12 people with 3 little ones and 3 cars parked on nearby streets.
Leave, load up and go somewhere else? Heck, no! We were in downtown DC, a city. That’s big for us coming from a county known by its name and corn. Lancaster County.
Instead we hit the bar for drinks and water. Jessica tracked down a waiter to bring us chips and salsa. She was taking care of us. It didn’t start raining until we were called in. We were in the outdoor waiting area perched on stools. I was trying to not slide off. No one was pushy or whiney including the other parties waiting. Our wait was less than one hour! How about that!
They planned a fabulous roof top brunch for Sunday, Mother’s Day! Recipes will be posted soon because they are delicious!
We helped but not too much because Robert kept saying “Don’t do that Mom, I will.” Gush.
I was so pleased because, well, he was loving me real good. He let Sweet Pea help. So sweet; my heart was melting.
My kids are actually all good at that… loving me and their dad and each other and I sure hope I am good at loving them real good too!
Why the test? Jim and I just want to be better at knowing our gang of kiddos big and small and grand. It helps.