How hard is it for you to say those three little words – I love you? And if you do say them, what do you mean by them. Who do you say them to?
My friend, Judy, suggested I write a column on saying “I love you.” It seems that many folks really have a hard time saying that to someone – even to a family member.
Years ago, 1960 to be exact, when I was a senior here at Mineral Wells High School, I was dating a helicopter pilot trainee named Jake who was from Iowa. He was a very sweet man. He went to church and was a friend of my parents. He had taught a year before he enlisted in the Army, and his parents were also teachers.
His two best friends here were named Dean and Don. Dean was from Kansas, and Don was from Virginia, and at one point Jake drove Dean and Don back to Iowa to see where he lived and to meet his parents. Jake had not been home in over a year.
Don, the southerner, was horrified during the trip, and when he returned he related this story.
They drove straight through from Mineral Wells to Ames, Iowa, and arrived just in time for breakfast. Jake led his friends into his parents’ kitchen where his mother promptly turned and asked them what they wanted for breakfast. She never said “Hello” or “Good to see you,”or any of those phrases a parent might say to a child who had been absent for a while.
The men were in Ames for about four days, and Don related to me that he never saw any affection whatsoever – no hugs, no kisses, and no “I love you.” Being a southerner, he was absolutely stunned, and, when he finished his story, I was quite sad and dismayed.