A complicated topic my entire adult life, my definition of love has been ever-changing. But I never understood it – not really – before becoming a mom to the child I was blessed with.
Loving Kiran looks very different from loving anyone else – or even from how I expected loving a child would look. It is love in action. It involves a lot of advocating and physical care-taking. It is often putting my own needs to the side in order to attend to Kiran’s needs.
It is exhausting and rewarding and the best love I could have ever imagined.
And Kiran’s love? Pure. Though he requires a lot on a daily basis, he really doesn’t ask for much. He just loves being with me – being with people. He just wants attention and to be heard. He is not a particularly needy child, while requiring so much more care than most.
I have always known the purest form of love is being willing to lay down your life for someone else. I have never felt that kind of love more than I feel it for Kiran. And not just my actual life – if I could, I would take on every challenge, every moment of pain, every prod, poke, surgery, negative experience – if I could, I’d give him everything good from my life and take on everything bad from his.
But I love him, best I can, how I can. I walk alongside him. I encourage him. I take care of him. I lose sleep for him. I fight for him. My entire world has changed because of him, and my entire concept of love has been shaped by him.
I can’t imagine ever loving anyone more. I tell him all the time: Kiran is my favorite human being.