The Help

So many watch movies and kinda take it for face value, I, on the other hand tend to look into things a little further. I enjoyed the estrogen, racially motivated movie, however I believe the point was to show racial inequality and I really failed to latch on to the concept. I did latch on to the part that a family is not just a mother and father, it's a mother, a father, a neighbor, the babysitter, etc... I also got that love comes in so many forms, for some its speech, for some its touch, for some its providing and for some, it's the love of perception. I was not raised in a touchy family, so therefore touch is not my thing, nor is speech... However, as a mother, I am trying to change that. I feel that many men believe providing is their way to show love, and in a way, even if they were raised to be touchy or verbal choose not to do so because its engrained to be men and not be emotional (which I do agree with in public, but behind closed doors not so much).The final form, love of perception is only becoming too commonplace. We all need the best car, the best home, the best clothes and, even if its a lie, the best fake family. Now, I will be the first to say that I have had three nasty fights in three years with my current relationship and I am no one to judge, but at the same time, I do not fake it either (primarily because I am not good at it). I think love is a wonderful thing if it is truly meant. I think it can heal it all. I also know that faking it can destroy a person and their surroundings.  The help is so often people who are not there handing you cash, but lending an ear or making you a pie or just telling you good job but not taking from you or draining you to exhaustion because other physical fake things are more of a priority. Sometimes love is just leaving people alone when you have hurt them beyond repair. Sometimes love is ignoring how you have been wronged and moving on, even if you are being accused of being wrong by ignoring. I know this... This one thing however, I will not ever stop holding my little girl, or at least providing a shoulder to cry on, I didn't need a movie to show me that, I needed it to remind me of how I need to continue it (it being love).