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What Do Kids Think About Love?

(This is an oldie but a goodie. Bobby’s answer is my favourite ;o) )

What Does Love Mean? See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love

A group of professionals asked 4-8 year old children, “What does love mean?” Their answers were deeper than expected and amazing. Here are their answers:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” ~ Rebecca- age 8  

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” ~ Billy – age 4  

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” ~ Karl – age 5  

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” ~ Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” ~ Terri – age 4  

“Love is when my mommy  makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to   make sure the taste is OK.” ~ Danny – age 7  

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” ~ Emily – age 8  

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” ~ Bobby – age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.” ~ Nikka – age 6  

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” ~ Noelle – age 7  

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” ~Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” ~ Cindy – age 8 

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” ~ Claire – age 6  

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” ~ Elaine-age 5  

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” ~ Chris – age 7  

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” ~ Mary Ann – age 4  

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” ~Lauren – age 4  

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” ~ Karen – age 7 

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” ~Jessica – age 8 

And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”


What did you think of their amazing answers?


No photographs, please!!

It was a New Year’s resolution that I actually got around to in late August (pretty good going I reckon)  -to print out all the pictures of my beautiful baby girl’s first year. She’s now 2 and a bit.

So off I trotted to print out all 477 photographs,and purchase 4 giant albums to house them. They look great.

But something struck me as we neared the end of the task at hand……… there’s little or no photographs of me in there! Now whilst I understand that the point of the exercise is to document the little one’s childhood and is not actually about me at all (!), the thoroughly annoying point is that DAD is prominent throughout!

There he is at every single momentous occasion – the first Halloween dress-up, the first feel of the Christmas tree, the first haircut, the first time feeding the ducks, the first time smiling at the monkeys in Dublin zoo, the first time blowing out the candles, the first shoe-fit – all being held by Dad. How annoying.

So it’s clear. I took the responsibility of capturing what are truly special moments, and The Aussie was more than happy to oblige by holding the child in position.  I of course highlighted the fact to said Aussie, and typically my observation was met by a one-eye-on-the-T.V. response of “Yea, I know, ah your right, yea..” (He speaks Dub now)

But something must have seeped through while he watched some obscure South Pacific rugby match or other, because last weekend – at a not particularly momentous trip to the playground – I pulled out the camera to take a few snaps (you know, because the child was looking particularly cute, or clean, or bruise-free), and The Aussie stepped in. He took the camera from me and said, “Here, let me take one of you and her”.

I’m appalled.

“Ah here what’s wrong with you? Are ye messin?! Sure I’ve no make-up on, the state of my hair and I’m in my tracksuit – have ye no cop on at all like?!”

“Fair enough” he shrugged, and returned to swing pushing duties. It was a good point. And it made me think.

Now that I don’t have my own mammy around anymore, the precious few photographs that I do have of her and I as a baby mean the world to me and I dearly wish there were more of them.

So what I’m saying is this: Mammy’s of Ireland – hand over the camera! To your husband, your partner in crime, your own mammy, your neighbor, your sister, the least weird looking stranger in the vicinity of whatever momentous occasion is happening – just relinquish control of the camera for one tiny glorious no make-up wearing, GHD absent, moment.

Your offspring will thank you for it.

See Nicola’s interview for Raising Ireland here: Chitter Chatter with Nicola Tarrant