being affectionate. naturally.
I am not, by nature, wildly affectionate.
I’m not a hand patter.
I don’t walk up behind you and give you a shoulder massage. (Unless you are my husband.)
I’m not likely to hug you when I first meet you.
I am not like my mother in this respect.
(She hugged everyone she met. Every friend I ever brought home could expect a hug upon entrance to her home.)
I fell into my dad’s pattern – more physically reserved.
But something is changing my non-affectionate ways.
It’s called mothering.
It has been both intentional and non-intentional.
Becoming a mother certainly expanded my heart to degrees of which I have not the verbosity to express.
But I want my children to know that I love them. I want them to be comfortable with appropriate physical affection. I want them to be free to hug and to be hugged.
And so.
I’m learning how to do this.
With them – with my little house companions and tender charges.
And now – if you are beside me (and you are my child) I will reach out and touch you.
I will hold your hand
and pat your shoulder.
I will scratch your back and play with your hair.
You can rest your head on my shoulder and put your arms around my neck.
Naturally – this affection was always easy when the kids were tinies. There’s something so natural and pleasant about kissing a baby’s cheeks and tickling a toddler’s toes. That’s no problem.
But as the kids are aging and changing, I am committed to keeping the affection going.
Dear child of mine – my arm will still slide around your neck when you sit beside me on the sofa. I will still tuck you in and rub your feet before you fall asleep.
I hope it will become one way – one way in a sea of millions of other ways – that I show you that you are loved.
You belong.
2 Comments
Beth
I agree! So beautifully written. . . A great reminder to those of us with tender charges in our care. Thanks!
laceykeigley
Thank you!