all my love, all my kisses

At this time of year, I go through the Christmas cards, cutting some into tags ready for next year, and thinking fondly of each person as I give the card a last look before it goes to be recycled. Inside one to my son I noticed that some of the typed greeting was scribbled out, so I examined the scrawl:
Have a happy, hug filled Christmas!
At first I laughed, but it has added to the sadness that has weighed me down today. Maybe she didn't want to be misunderstood as offering affection to a boy in a world where it gets misinterpreted. How devastating that it starts so young. Or maybe she did this on her cards to all her friends both male and female.
I know we are not born doubting our need to show affection, cos I told you in my blog of 24/11/11 that it was my very young daughter who has encouraged me to put kisses on my messages whether I know the person or not, as we all are in need of love.
Sadly tho our stuff can get in the way of that always being welcomed - there are people I'm not allowed to put kisses at the end of my messages to, and as part of my aim to love people in the way they want to be loved rather than the way I want to love them, I do modify my behaviour to suit.

Thankfully tonight there is singing. I'm in major need of a much overdue singing session. Hopefully that will help me shake off the doubt that there's not enough love in the world, and get me back to playing my part.