A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
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Update [2005-11-2 2:14:21 by Jerome a Paris]: Thanks to all for the feedback. I think you will all agree that this diary should be dedicated to Wolverine Writer and his family – they are going to need a lot of love to go through the near future. Let’s make sure our community’s is around them.
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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
Rebecca- age 8
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Billy – age 4
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“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”
Karl – age 5
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“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”
Chrissy – age 6
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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
Terri – age 4
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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
Danny – age 7
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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss”
Emily – age 8
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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
Bobby – age 7
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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,”
Nikka – age 6
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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
Noelle – age 7
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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
Tommy – age 6
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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
Cindy – age 8
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“My mommy loves me more than anybody .
You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.”
Clare – age 6
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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”
Elaine-age 5
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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.”
Chris – age 7
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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
Mary Ann – age 4
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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
Lauren – age 4
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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.”
Karen – age 7
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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
Jessica – age 8
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And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
“Nothing, I just helped him cry”
Thank you Jerome, these are wonderful sentences. every single one.
oh. now this is sweet. thank you, Jerome.
any “Moonstruck” fans here? a couple of years ago, my boyfriend and I had a fight on the phone about something so silly and insignificant I can’t even remember now. I was trying to put on a happy face for my daughter (she was 7 at the time) but she knew.
we were outside counting stars a couple nights later and she said: “ma, make a wish on Cosmo’s Moon! then he’ll know you love him.” I felt silly but I made my wish . . . . and the phone was ringing when we walked back into the house.
Nice!
Love is when my 14 month old grandson pats my head and says NI-NI with a smile. He calls me ni-ni.
You delight my heart, Jerome.
You make me want to learn French and move to Paris.
Thank you Jerome. Smiling in spite of being tired, I love you.
What a breath of fresh air Jerome. Thank you so much. Out of the mouths of babes.
Love is when for no apparent reason, my eight year old grandaughter snuggles up to me and falls asleep in my lap. WHen she looks into my eyes all I see is love. This diary made me kinda feel like that!
Love is knowing someone is listening…they may disagree…but they will listen and trust you and hug you and still love you. Thanks Mom for all the times you listened when you wanted to wring my neck!
Thanks Jerome for the love.
Love and Hugs to all the Boo Tribe.
Everything makes me cry now, apparently.
This was just beautiful, Jerome. Thank you so much.
Thanks Jerome — now go give that great family of yours an extra big hug from the BooTribe… 🙂
Such excellent timing, as always.
We love you too…
Thanks for making me laugh a little and smile alot Jerome.
How wonderful and magical.
Kids are so great.
Ever read Love in the Time of Cholera?
It’s one of my all time favorites.
Have you ever read any Jorge Amado
I particularly liked Tereza Batista: Home from the Wars, although I have yet to meet a work by Jorge Amado that I didn’t like.
I just came home from a long day, and found this wonderful treat. Thanks!
Thank you Jerome for bringing us some balance – leave it to a Parisian.
I happen to just see this quote the other day, “Love begins when a person
feels another person’s need to be as important as their own.” Thought it was a pretty good one.
If only these and all children could hold onto this love and not grow up to be adults who forget about love.
Thank you Jerome.
Oh dear, I didn’t mean they shouldn’t grow up….only that they shouldn’t forget about love when they DO grow up.
Thank you, Jerome. I was in tears last night, over Bonddad’s abortion diary. Now tonight I’m in tears again, over yours, but tears of love, not of pain.
Thanks for letting us see the rainbow, through the storm.
Thanks Jerome.
When my father was in the hospital in Columbus dying, my mother went down to the lobby to cry so he wouldn’t see her.
It was night and the lights were low and it was quiet.
A couple and their young boy about six years old walked through the lobby, late visitors too.
The boy walked up to my mother and gave her a big hug and held her for a long time.
When the boy’s parents asked what he was doing, the boy answered, “She just looked like she needed a hug.”
Sometimes I think we should all do that. We should just tell strangers we love them. They’ll probably think we’re crazy for doing it, but the world is crazy and considering the other types of insanity going on, it’s the kind of madness that should occur.
So Jerome, I love you.
Thank you so much, Jerome. I’ve been tearful all week – it’s one of those bad anniversary things – and finding your diary tonight was wonderful. Much love and appreciation.
It is awfully hard to sob and laugh at the same time,but I am managing it.
This is very good to read of the innocence of the kids and yet hear the honesty from their own mouths and minds.
If only we could tap into that once again and feel good. We adults, so, need this.
Whenever I am down and feeling blue, I do get such love from others and then I wonder what I was blue about. One will never know such a love till the grand children come and, as an older person, declare their love for you, no matter what you have done or think, and do it out of the blue. What a pleasent suprise to have happen to one.
My God surely has blessed me with wonderful friends and family. I never want to forget this, no matter how badly I feel. It is those memories of the past that I cherish now at my age. Oh those memories! Food for my soul. To tell someone you love them, when they least expect it or need it, is always a gift.
BTW, Merci, mon Amie.
Merci Jerome. Something about becoming a mom has made me all mushy and I couldn’t stop myself from crying when I read the end.
I am all in tears…damn.
telling me he liked me better without makeup (even though I had some blemishes). I realized he valued my love for him and he saw that putting on the makeup was putting on a mask, and he valued the real instead of the fake.
But it was a good kind of cry. Thank you.
nice.
and make a poll about which one the reader likes best. Thank you for bringing the truth back to us through our children.
I guess what the conclusion of this is
Love is what children are born with.
And adults have to learn