“I don’t care who started it!” My mother screamed at her four arguing children. “Don’t make me come in there!”
Throughout my childhood, my mom had a litany of one-liners she’d yell at us to get her point across. There was, ‘if wishes were horses, beggars would ride,” “eat everything on your plate, children are starving in China,” and, of course, her tried-and-true explanation for everything, “I just want the best for you.” My favorite, however, was, “I love you with all my heart.”
In the 1950s, I found that statement odd. What did love have to do with a fist-sized muscular organ responsible for pumping your blood? Equating that mushy thing beating in her chest with how she felt about me was a little unsettling. Nonetheless, those words were etched into my mind and somehow made me feel safe.
As we became teenagers and young adults, the last thing she wrote on every card or said as we walked out the door was, remember, I love you with all my heart. Not a day went by that I didn’t hear those endearing words.
Years passed. I became a mother of four myself, and tried to follow her example of what it meant to be a good, moral woman. And just like her, I found myself repeating mommyisms: “life is unfair,” “because I said so,” “one day you’ll thank me” were a few of my favorites. Strangely enough, I steered clear of her signature trademark.
Was I too cool to be so sappy? God knows I adore my children and gush over them ad nauseam. Always wanting to appear “with it” in the eyes of my kid’s friends, perhaps I felt the words were a bit old-fashioned for this hip mom to say. Then, one moment changed everything.
From the time my mom was 57, she suffered one excruciating ailment after another: six hip replacements, back surgery, breast cancer, spinal stenosis, and rheumatoid arthritis just to name a few. And, for the next 30 years, she survived on an arsenal of narcotics as each limb and organ disintegrated. Outside help was unheard of in the Madden family, and I was placed in charge of her medical care. There was nothing I could do to alleviate the constant pain that the most important woman in my life suffered with daily.
One day, in 2003, as she lay writhing in pain, I bent over to gently kiss her and fluff her pillow. I’m sure that my teary eyes made my inner sadness evident to her. Besides knowing our time was limited, my personal life was in ruins as I struggled through my divorce. My entire world was crumbling and she could see it.
Ever the quintessential lioness whose first instinct was to protect her cub, she put her own pain aside. Pulling my 51-year-old body onto her bed, she held me close and tried to soothe my aching heart.
“Jackie,” she whispered into my ear, “always remember, I love you with all my heart.”
In that moment, the intensity of those words reverberated in my soul, and it suddenly became crystal clear. No matter how old we become, nothing in this world will ever compare to the love a mother has for her child.
A month later she was gone. Standing by her bed, holding her hand as she slipped away, I knew I’d never be loved again to the depth she had loved me, and I wondered if my children really knew how much I loved them. The one way to be sure was to say it each and every day, just as my mother did to me.
Now when I bid my adult babies adieu, I lovingly use the same words my mother made so rich with meaning. I’m sure they think I’m weird, but I don’t worry. When they’re parents, they’ll understand what it means to love with their whole heart – beautiful, unconditional, and eternal.
Loving with with one’s entire heart takes commitment. Too often our own egos get in the way and we expect much in return so the heart becomes blocked. How do you keep yours open when you love to the fullest?