Different Languages of Love

This morning, as we almost always end up doing, the three boys and I were cuddled in bed. They trickle in one by one as they wake up in the morning. I do love laid back mornings like this.

Anyway, as I was lying on my side, James, who was behind me, started to give me a back massage. And geez, did it feel great after our long day yesterday! Had high tea for breakfast with friends in Dural and was out of the house before 7am; came back, got the kids ready and went to Taronga zoo and stayed there until close at 5pm; then, off to my sister's in Newtown for a yummy Thai dinner, great cake and hot drinks at a cafe and then some shopping; home by 11.15pm but not in bed until all kids were cleaned up enough for bed and I've had my shower at midnight! - well, that's another beautiful day to be thankful for!

Back to my story...I was telling James how good his massage felt when David asked James if he could have a turn massaging me. James wouldn't let him and David started to tear up because he said all he gives me are love notes and "they're just words. They don't make you as happy as massages." My poor son...I reassured him that I loved his ways of showing me his love just as much.

While I napped this afternoon, he made me a necklace out of a string and a few beads from our craft box. He also made me a ring which he put in a case he also made. They were so cute and I tried them on very proudly. I could tell he was happy with my reaction.

I have to be conscious about my boys' language of love. They're all pretty different and I do try my best to communicate to them in their own language. Parenting can certainly be tricky. Thank goodness for the books we can read, the family and friends we can share experiences and words of wisdom with, and for us, the boys' school which has given us more friends, resources and opportunities to learn how to become better parents.