They, (generational change in mother and child) learned to speak love with an accent.

Some years ago, I was reading The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog, by Dr. Bruce Perry, and these words filled me with relief and hope: “Like people who learn a foreign language later in life, Virginia and Laura will never speak the language of love without an accent.”

Often I forget this. I’m remembering this morning, with deep gratitude that future generations and the younger ones with whom I currently interact will speak love more fluently.

I’ve been frustrated in some ways, and grieving when I am conscious of it, that I learned to speak love later in life, even though the core capability existed from birth.

Then yesterday I was listening to podcast, I Am America episode 8: Identity and Disability with Conchita Hernández Legorreta, and this morning I feel so much more grateful that I know what my disability is in the world of loving, and so happy that I could gather in spaces with different sets of roomies who celebrate our later learning to speak love, and commit to supporting each other to learn more.

Can you feel my hug of solidarity, gratitude, and encouragement? We’re here to keep learning.

I’m also aware that there are some of us who haven’t learned to speak love yet. That helps me to be a bit more compassionate.

I love you. Keep showing up.