Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Being That Person

I remember being a little girl and cuddling with my mom and how comforting that was. The smell of her hand lotion, the way she held me, the way she stroked my hair and back. Even if all was wrong with the world, or if I was horribly sick, somehow her presence was the best feeling in the world.
It struck me as I was putting my kids down to bed tonight and they were fighting over me to cuddle with them, I am that person to them. The way I comfort them, my smell, my presence is all comforting to these little beings. That is so powerful. I am that person to them. No matter how much I get frustrated, yell or mess up, they still want me and I am that person to them. Wow!