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Unconditional was a word that plagued my childhood, a word that plagued my teen years and a word that I can admire today.  I have come to find that I love that word for all that it represents in the way of full acceptance, respect and commitment without restraints.  When I was 13 I recall sitting in my room crying over something that happened that day at school that deeply hurt me.  I no longer recall the event that caused such undeniable pain.  I do recall the way my mother walked into my room and ignored my tears.  She saw them and quickly retreated to another room in the house.  I cried alone.

Since that point and time I have hated to cry “alone”.  I see it as rejection.  I have encountered ongoing issues due to this one event between my mother and myself.  I wish that somehow I could go back and erase that event for all the baggage that it created.  However, over the last few days I have come to realize that for all the bad things it created in me that perhaps it also created a person that would never walk into a room containing a hurting person and walk away.

I have also learned that you can talk a big game and then find out later that you are not truly following your own rules about things.  It’s easy to say that you treat someone unconditionally and then perhaps it’s not always the easiest thing to follow through on.

This week my husband disappointed me and within the same 48 hour period he exceeded my expectations by leaps and bounds.  In that moment I realized that this is how life is, it has peaks and valleys and sometimes what we hate we also love.

This week my son showed me the largest act of bravery I may ever see in my life and I’m so glad to have witnessed it and been a part of it all at the same time. 

I have unconditionally been changed for the better because of them both….and what they individually presented to me this week.  Love….boundless, fulfilling and startlingly perfect.