Love is a Special Olympics Race

What is love? Do we love “because?” When the one we love is broken is that tender protective nurturing healing love that we give them how we need to love ourselves? We all come into this world imperfect, vulnerable, unfinished, incomplete, with natural talents for some things and none for others, and all too soon battered and broken by life. When we can love that inner incomplete, never going to be perfect, only called to play the hand we were dealt (never a royal straight flush), scarred and broken person that we all really are, the healing begins.  But it’s healing, not perfecting.
Interestingly, the only children I’ve seen that appear to know they are loved unconditionally are at least some of those with disabilities. At a Special Olympics I attended, a child fell down in a race and the others all turned around and went back to help him get up and complete the race. Perhaps we need to recognize that life is a Special Olympics and that what is important is that we all finish the race, not who wins it.

About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on June 11, 2016, in Failure, Healing, hope, Love, Mental Health, Paradox, Personality, rebirth, spirituality, Success, Teaching/Learning Experiences and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Beautiful and so true. Thanks for sharing it.


  2. Very insightful and encouraging


  3. Much to ponder … I like to image of everyone stopping to help someone who has fallen.


  4. it’s impossible to give the right, accurate or true definition of LOVE… I recall a simple one by Anne Hébert – Canadian author:”l’AMOUR – unique VIE en ce monde…” – “LOVE – the only life in this world…”


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