“Touching My Soul”

Our children have no idea how they have touched us. Sometimes the touch is painful, but more often, it's not. Their touch is like a reconnection that has been lost after 9 months or so of constant unity. They gradually separate form us, little by little. First, They breathe on their own and only the air and a blanket comes between us, but not much else. Then, more and more space fills the gap, as our eyes stay on them as long as possible. Once our eyes no longer go the miles off to school, a friends house or their first job, we learn to love from a distance, always craving that touch.

When adult children give Mom a hug, they have no idea what sparks in our soul. Just a moment of familiarity and maternal peace. We'll take it. Any time.

The more time we spend with our little ones, the greater that connection will be. Soaking up the hours, days, months and years is important, because they trail behind you very quickly. Even our “bad times” work in favor of closeness, when they are resolved well. Having gone through trials together makes us strong together.

Never give up on your kids. You don't have to go along with them on their unwise paths, but you always have to hold onto the hope that they will return, grow up or “see the light”...whatever it is you are praying for. Sometimes distance is the most helpful thing, but it certainly hurts. The lack of touch...especially to our soul is something real and hard.

Remembering the days when their touch was so honest and natural is awesome. Something that can't be taken away.