A few weeks ago, sitting at a stoplight in my car, I turned to look at Luke.  He was sitting in his carseat, his little legs dangling, his fuzzy dark crew-cutted head shining in the sun.  He saw me looking at him, and smiled.

“I love you, Lukey,” I told him.

He kept smiling at me with his coffee-colored eyes.  “Yes,” he said.

As with many things Luke says, there was a certain enigmatic nature to his response.  As the light changed and I drove on, I found myself pondering the subtext to his reply.  Was it, “Yes, you’ve told me that before”?  Was it, “I love you, too, Mommy”?

Or maybe the subtext was a simple, “Yes, I am loved by you.”  Maybe it was his way of saying, Of course you love me.  I know that.  I accept that.

I kind of like this third interpretation.  I like to think that Luke sees himself as totally lovable, that it is absolutely no stretch for him to accept that his mom is totally crazy about him.

I think Luke is onto something here, little carseat mystic that he is.  It’s a useful reality check for me, and my spiritual life.  If God were to turn around in the driver’s seat, smile, and say, “I love you, Ginny,” what would my response be?  It’s human to want to protest on some level, to feel totally unworthy.  But it’s far better to be like my little boy, and to respond with a simple, “Yes.”

Because if we can truly believe in that divine love, if we can fully accept it without resistance or argument — well, I can’t help but feel that we’d all have the confidence to change the world, for good.

6 responses to “Yes

  1. That was a great piece, Ginny, a really inspired one. It seems incongruous that God could still love us when we often don’t love ourselves. I think the Holy Spirit was speaking to you through that “little carseat mystic”, Luke.
    I think I’ll work on saying “Yes” today. Thank you.

  2. Thanks so much for the comment, Val!

  3. I love your description of Luke as a “little carseat mystic!” I am glad I stopped by on this MOther’s Day to enjoy a peek into your world of momness.

  4. I’m glad you stopped by, too, Pamela. Hope you had a great Mother’s Day!!

  5. This story reminded me of a similar one with my youngest son, Casey. He was barely old enough to talk and I was rocking him to sleep, running my fingers through his ringlet curls. In the south there is a saying when you see a cute child, “He’s so sweet I could eat him with a spoon.” Well, I was filling up on this little embodiment of a love that had spilled over into new life. It was one of those rare occasions when everything else in the world stops and all that exists is that moment, a sort of “fullness of time.”

    It was as if love itself took on substance and sound. Without my uttering a word my son replied with an understanding beyond his years, “I love you too, Mommy.”

    Scripture says that, “We love because he first loved us.” We must allow ourselves to accept God’s love for us in order for us to love others. And we must “accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.” It’s a beautiful plan. Sweet indeed.

  6. Allison, that is the most beautiful story. What an amazing moment of love shared!