Illustration: I heard my parent complain time and time again of how tired they were yet they went to work any way , how much they wanted this or that , yet they never bought it. That didn’t make since to me, if I want something I just take it, why didn’t they? The Burden of Love.
I know now about the Burden of Love, I have three little boys that are flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone, and when they hurt I hurt, when they cry I cry, whey they laugh I laugh, they are a part of me and I of them and because of that there is a burden in my life I feel time and time again and it can only be carried by love and love only.
It is bigger than responsibility or duty, because all that can be forgotten but when it is a part of you, you can not forget it. it’s the Burden of Love