Some strawberry & chocolate love-hearts we ate recently
I must state that there is not the slightest trace of self-pity as I write this; it was just the way things were. Of course, I knew in every fibre of my being that they loved me unconditionally – and that they always will. But those three ‘big’ little words were never spoken out loud; it was just understood.
With my parents, their love was apparent from their everyday actions: Dad would sometimes do the bunk from work so that he could pick me up from school on his motorbike. Now, he calls (Bombay to Sydney) me at least once a week, just for a chat. Mum was my sounding board during my teens – always listening, never berating – and still is. That’s love in deed, indeed!
I’m not sure if it was a cultural thing or a generational thing... Maybe after 33 years if they decided to profess their love, it would just sound weird or too corny. They know that I know that they love me. So does it need to be verbalised? I would say Yes. Bringing up my own kids, I realise the importance of saying "I love you" to them – plainly yet profoundly. And backing it up with my actions.
Did your parents say "I love you" to you when you were growing up? Do you have your own special way of saying it to your children? Rubbing noses? In sign language? A big sloppy kiss?