Mr. Rogers’ definition of what “Love” isn’t—and what it is.
“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring.
It is an active noun, like struggle.
To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.”
~ Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers
Previously: Mr. Rogers Saves the Day.
Plus: From an article Esquire, by Tom Junod:
“All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are….Ten seconds of silence.” And then he lifted his wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, “I’ll watch the time,” and there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked…and so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds…and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, “May God be with you” to all his vanquished children.