Something occurred to me today. Like a light bulb going off. My niece has told me several times that she thinks my love language is service. It kind of clicked for me today. She is totally right. That my love language is service. I have always loved to do things for other people. I know my kids do as well. Anyone who knew Laney knew that she loved to make things for her friends. For the people that she loved. Maybe their love language is also service. Maybe by doing little acts of service for them and others I can show them that I love them.
Yesterday, Ally made a survivalist bracelet for me to give to a friend that was struggling. When I gave it to him today, he loved it. It totally made his day that a little girl whom he didn’t even know would do something like that for him. Love language again.
I have always loved the poem that President Thomas S. Monson has shared with us many times about the children who loved mom best. I think it says best how my love language works.
Which Loved Best
“I love you mother,” said little John;
Then, forgetting work his cap went on,
And he was off to the garden swing,
Leaving his mother the wood to bring.
“I love you, mother,” said rosy Nell;
“I love you better than tongue can tell;”
Then she teased and pouted full half the day,
Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.
“I love you, mother,” said little Fran;
“today I’ll help you all I can;
How glad I am that school doesn’t keep!”
So she rocked the baby till it fell asleep.
Then stepping softly, she took the broom,
And swept the floor, and dusted the room;
Busy and happy all day was she,
Helpful and cheerful as child could be.
“I love you, mother,” again they said -
Three little children going to bed;
How do you think that mother guessed
Which of them really loved her best?
by Joy Allison
What is your love language? What is the love language of your kids? Our friends? Our spouses? If we make an effort to find out their love language and show them we love them by remembering that, it will go much further than words.