“Mama, I’m missing something inside of me. Something doesn’t feel right.”
The mother in me immediately calculated how long it had been since dinner – not long. Following the dinner calculation was an immediate flood of maternal nurse thoughts – is her stomach off? Dehydration? Too much trampoline jumping on her joints?
I was mid-thought when she threw her arms around me, “I know what’s missing inside of me. Hugging you.”
How beautiful to be that in tune to her needs.
How beautiful to reach out to have those needs met without hesitation.
We all have much to learn from the young lives around us.