Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Dear 'A Thousand Years'

Dear A Thousand Years,

I first heard you on the radio a few weeks ago on my drive back home from ballet lesson.  In the darkness of the night, Christina Perri's voice was haunting, and a few verses of the refrain made me bookmark it in my head.  I did find the artist and the name of the song and have listened to it a few times since, but it was just today that I learned from the radio that this song is the theme song for the soundtrack of the movie, Breaking Dawn.  (That was a disclaimer, in case you hadn't noticed, so please don't ostracize me for writing about this song as it is completely unrelated to the movie).

But now that I know, how fitting it is that such a pop song about young love represents this particular movie.  The artist even confirmed that she wrote the song for the pair of lovers in it.  The lyrics in the refrain 'I have loved you for a thousand years, and I will love you for a thousand more' is practically the epitome of youthful love (we've all been there, felt that).  But before I knew about all this, these two phrases made me think of a conversation Dear Husband and I used to have often when our kiddos were still infants.

It is known that we love our spouses and children immensely, but also, differently.  When Dear Daughter and Dear Son were babies, DH and I had dissimilar origins of love for them.  Whenever DH would have a 'special moment' with his newly born child, he would look at me with such pride and tell me that his love for her/him "had just gone up a big notch."  I was truly happy for him, and grateful for the fact that he could share such emotions with me.  But interestingly, my feelings were different than his, and I also shared that with him.

As a mother, (whether it's because we carry a baby for nine months in our belly or just out of plain maternal instinct), I knew that I loved my babies from the moment I was aware of their being.  And that love was monumental from the beginning, as if it peaked as soon as it started.  It was not a day-to-day buildup or a gradual increase.  It was there at its utmost, constantly, and for eternity.  This is not to say that DH's feelings were wrong or invalid; the way his love came about for the babies were just different than mine.  Be it 'Mars vs. Venus' or just a different perspective, it was interesting enough that we had this discussion many times over for each of our two kids.  So, another way to describe the way I love my children is precisely so much, that I feel like I had already loved them 'for a thousand years' when they just came to being.

On the other hand, the love for a spouse -- the person to whom you have vowed your entire life; your best friend; your soul mate; your one-and-only -- is not the same.  This love, I believe, is one that takes time to build from the moment it begins.  If this love is so lucky to have a firm foundation, and the escalation progressed carefully at each step of the way, then the time it takes to walk this path can be infinite.  This sacred journey involves learning about, compromising with, living with, and being forgiving to, each other.  Since I met DH (eons ago), our relationship has held strong against the test of marriage, children, as well as life's obstacles.  Walking this path with him, I've long reached the point where I can declare to DH that 'I will love you for a thousand more'. 

And thus is how I can describe and juxtapose my love for my children and my DH.

So, now that I know, every time I hear the beginning of you, A Thousand Years, no doubt will I see the images of Bella and Edward in my head (because I had just seen your official music video interspersed with clips of the movie)...  But I shall quickly blink them away, and as I hear the words 'I have loved you for a thousand years, and I will love you for a thousand more', I will always be reminded of how I feel for the three most precious people life has offered me.



  1. Aww so sweet. I don't know that it's necessarily a Mars/Venus thing though, as I know moms whose love grew over time and dads who were smitten from first cell formation. The love that is there - no matter how it gets there - is what's important. Love the sentiment of a thousand years of love though!

  2. You are right, Michelle! It just as individual as each person is. I love that -- "smitten at first cell formation." This song has been lingering in my head, and I can't get rid of it!