Take the love

accepting the good

Last evening Jack and I helped my mother move a piece of furniture. As we were leaving she said, “There was a sale on corn at Price Chopper. It isn’t local, but it was 20 cents an ear so I bought you a dozen when I was shopping on Monday. I hope it is still OK.”  In the past, my first thought would have been, “That corn has to be at least a week old! I cannot even imagine how it will taste. Why does she do things like this?”

Years ago, I was listening to a workshop tape and the leader said that a woman, in one of her previous workshops, was very distressed because not only was she “battling cancer”, but her mother kept sending her wheat grass juice to drink, even after she told her that she didn’t want it,  because she had read that someone had been cured of cancer by drinking it. The woman asked the presenter how to handle her mother’s apparent lack of respect for her choice of treatment for her cancer.

The leader said, “Just take the love, and throw the wheat grass juice out.” (and she didn’t say it with a lot of kindness, it was more in the tone of, “Oh, get over yourself!). What a beautiful concept, “Take the Love”… from any gift, and then give the gift away, or throw it out, or keep it, or eat it, …it doesn’t matter as long as I accept the goodness.

I genuinely thanked my mother for the corn (for the love). I think that there were a few happy squirrels and chipmunks in my yard last night too!

13 thoughts on “Take the love”

  1. This is a good point to make. My mother is always giving me things also, usually nice ones, but sometimes not. I also find myself, as I get older, doing the same thing to my sons. I think they understood this concept a long time ago!
    But I’m sure they probably just threw some stuff out and never told me. From now on I am “taking the love”.

  2. Ok Mary, I want to know how you manage to keep tapping into my life! Your posts always hit the mark, but today’s was exceptional. My mom is 93 and very independent. She continues to give, in many ways, but there are times I really don’t want what she is presenting. What a perfectly lovely way to deal with it! I can accept (the love) with gratitude, thereby honestly showing my appreciation and making her feel good. It’s a win-win. Thanks so MUCH for this. You’re the best!

  3. Taking the love is an inspiration and sounds like a beautiful path to abundance. I can follow the example of those squirrels and chipmunks who are wise enough to just gratefully take what they can use and leave the rest behind without a second thought.

  4. Mary, Your story reminds me of a paragraph in a book I read 10 years ago, and never forgot. “Ice Bound”, written by Jerri Nielsen, wrote about a time when she accepted a cigarette from some patients she treated earlier that day in the ER. She was found by her intern sitting on a curb with the former patients, smoking the cigarette they gave her. The intern later told her he was horrified when he saw her smoking with them, and didn’t realize that she smoked. She said: “I don’t, but it was all they had to give me, so I took it.” From that point, I never forgot the lesson that it is just as important to receive and accept “gifts” as it is to give them. Thanks for reinforcing this important lesson.
    Diane

  5. I’ll “take the Love” in this Post and ” thank you” for it, Mary.
    Sometimes when I am the one giving the gift, I need to remember that it is not the “perfect gift of my ego” that I am giving – with the expectation of “Isn’t she great” from the receiver…it is the gift of my Love and Good Intentions for the one I am giving a gift to. And, my gifts of Love can include: a smile, a hug,
    & the gift of really listening to someone without racing in to judge or offer my
    “helpful advice” – read that as “need to control”.
    When the gift is LOVE, it is always the perfect gift, and it is always Fresh.

    P.S. Thank you, Blog Family, for thinking of me, & sending your LOVE my way on July 3,
    my son’s Wedding Day. M. Rita.

  6. Remember when your kids were small and they would bring you their handmade creations on Mother’s Day? A paper mache bouquet of flowers? Or a magnet for your dryer in their own childish handwriting, “World’s Best Mom?” I still have mine! And it never fails to make me smile, remembering with what joy it gave my little boys to present me with their very best. My favorite gifts to receive and give are what I like to call “just because” gifts – for no special occasion at all, which adds to the surprise of letting someone know you love them, “just because”.

  7. Those little chipmunks and squirrels were sending you buckets of love, Mary. Imagine the windfall for them; already shucked and cleaned, none of those pesky silk hairs to deal with! And the worms will compost the rest.
    “Summertime and the livin’ is easy….”

    1. One of my all-time favorite songs of summer, cheryl b. Thanks for reminding me! I will be humming it all afternoon. 🙂

  8. The corn looks delicious and you created a beautiful photo of it on your antique platter. A gift to us, and the critters thank you too.

  9. The story of the wheat grass juice really got to me. I suddenly realized how often I say to myself “Why is this person giving me this (fill in blank here) instead of what I really want (respect, support, unconditional acceptance, whatever)??” – especially my mother. I need to appreciate that they are giving me anything at all and that it really IS the thought that counts (trite but true!). Thank you for opening my eyes – I vow to be better at seeing what is REALLY being offered.

    1. That was the story of my life with my mother Alexis…it never occurred to me (earlier in my life) that I did not have to feel that way about my mother’s gifts. Thanks so much for your comments.

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