At school this week, I attended a teacher PD training on honoring the language students are loved in. It was an interesting thought and an important one-not discounting the language that students are loved in and raised in at home, just because we speak one language at school. It got me thinking though-the language we are loved in….
Even if we are all speaking English, are we really all speaking the same love language? How do we love others? Do we do it well or do we do it half-heartedly? Do we do it in a way that shows we are fluent in the language of love, or is it haphazardly thrown around so that some of the words stick, some of them are lost in translation, some don’t even get spoken? The language that we love others in-yes some of us might speak Spanish, or English, or Darhi, or who knows what at home. But don’t we all speak the language of love? Or shouldn’t we?
Is love really the one universal language? If so, are we truly doing it justice in the way we use it and show it in every moment of our lives? Yes, we all speak different languages on this Earth, but are we honoring one another every day in the one human universal language that we can all understand?
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