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Alamb
Author/Television Reporter
Amanda Lamb is a professional television journalist and author. She covers murder trials by day and reads Dora the Explorer to her children at night. Somewhere in between all of that she writes about those parenting moments that catch each us off-guard in a crazy, chaotic, and wonderful way. Aman...
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Love You More

Friday, November, 16, 2007

“No matter how much you love me Mommy, I love you more,” my four-year-old says cupping my face with her little hands.  I can see her chipped red nail polish and ragged edges that need to be clipped out of the corner of my eye.  Looking down at her in these moments I can’t imagine a more perfect love.  I doubt you love me more, I think to myself, I really doubt it.

They say (whoever they are) that you can’t really understand how much your parents love you until you become a parent yourself.  I think I finally understand this concept.  The love of a child is so overwhelming and complete that it is impossible to picture a greater love.

My older daughter doesn’t give or receive love as easily as her little sister.  Sometimes she cringes and slinks away when I try to hug her like I have cooties or something.  She rarely makes spontaneous utterances about her feelings.  But I still tell her as often as I can how much I love her.  I also put a note in her lunch box every day which tells her this.  Secretly, I think she likes it, although I’ve been specifically instructed to sign the notes “Mom” and not “Mommy,” God forbid.  But despite her apparent indifference I love her just as much as I love her sister.

When my little one tells me how she feels my heart feels like it is about to burst.  I hope she always feels this way, but I know that she will grow up and things will change.  Hopefully someday she will look into her child’s eyes and think to herself: “I love you more...”