We are all loving the best we can

I’ve always loved the title of this book: A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You. But my reasons for loving it have changed completely.

I used to think it meant that if you loved loudly and wildly and in full colour, it would be so obvious how much you loved someone that you could see it with your eyes closed – without vision.

But in the past few days I’ve come to realize that love is often not as visible as we think.

It occurred to me – as these things often do – while watching a friend interact with a family member. She’s had some frustration, in the past, with how this family member loved her – not in her language, not consistently, not the flavour she desired. But to see them together was to witness the pure and beautiful love they have for each other.

And it suddenly hit me:
We are all loving the best we can.

Of course, as soon as I saw it I could spot it in my own life too – times I get frustrated because if I was doing the loving it would look very different. Times I want a specific response when I’m already getting an outpouring of love in a different disguise.

We are all doing the best we can. We are all loving the best we can. That feels deeply reassuring to me… Does it ring true for you? ❤️