Joanita looked upon her children’s families, pondering on the variety of love she saw. In her daughter’s family, she watched her daughter teach strict disciplines, sometimes forgetting the children’s perspectives. In her son’s family, she watched her grandchildren being pushed with ambition and crying because they didn’t feel good enough.
Joanita felt lost, wanting to help but knowing it wasn’t her place to intervene and that the parents were trying their best. Joanita listened to her radio and heard, “Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your heart to bleed.”
It’s true, love can appear harsh and it’s the intentions that feeds the rose to bloom with strong beauty. Joanita thought to herself. I pray they will all be brave to grow together with their love shared.