A mother's love rings of nurturing and compassion; we've elevated it so much that in some ways we equate it to the perfect kind of love. And while it is true that love itself is perfect, participants of this love are far from perfect. It is for the simple reason that we are human beings and our role here is not to be perfect, but simply to grow.
Some of us may be mothers feeling the pressure to be perfect; some of us may be adult children still wishing and hoping for that perfect mother's love. Either way, what do we think happens when our starting point is perfection? We create a vicious cycle of suffering as a result of unfulfilled expectations. If we want to be free, we then reframe all love-- including mother's love-- into something real that we experience. It is sincere and it is compassionate, but it is also human in that it has room for human struggles and imperfections. Love is perfect when it acknowledges simply that the ones who love try their very best.
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