When my son was very young I used to pick him up after school. When he spotted me he would race across the playground and launch himself joyously into my arms. It broke my heart open in the best possible way each and every time and was the purest example of trust and love I’ve ever known. He never entertained the slightest doubt that I would fail to catch him and cover him with kisses. If he attempted the same feat today, at age 27, he would knock me into the next county, but I hope his trust is still mostly intact.
I’m told that my spiritual development hinges on my being able to love myself.
I sometimes struggle to separate the concept of self-love from that of narcissism, but I think I’ve come to understand the difference. I’ve seen and learned too much to be able to leap into my own arms with the level of innocence of my boy, but to borrow a line from Paul Simon, “I have reason to believe that I will be received.”
So may we all.