child hugging sisterA group of professional people posed this question to a group of four to eight year old children:
What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

Emily (8): “Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss”

paintingRebecca (8): “When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.”

Cindy (8): “During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore,”

Jessica (8): “You really shouldn't say ‘I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget,”

Danny (7): “Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Bobby (7): “Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,”

Noelle (7): “Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Tommy (6): “Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Chrissy (6): “Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”

Elaine (5): “Love is when Mummy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Karl (5): “Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”

Billy (4): “When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Terri (4): “Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.”

happy puppyMary (4): “Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.  The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.  The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.  Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.