Whenever Henry cries he needs his Blankie. The tears are wiped away and all is well. A few times now Blankie hasn't been around when the tears flowed, so I wiped them away with my hands.
I thought nothing of this.
The other day the flood gates opened yet again and this time when I attempted to wipe them away with Blankie Henry got more upset. "No mommy, use your hands."
As I reflected on this a little bit later I thought it was interesting how something that has always been an insecurity for me became something of desire for my son.
Even later that same day in an overwhelming moment for me I wiped my own tears from my face and stopped as I was doing it. The image of God gathering my face in His hands to wipe away my tears filled my mind. In the rush of emotions I often forget that I'm not alone.
No wonder Henry wanted me to use my hands rather than his Blankie.
There is something about that gentle touch, physical or heaven sent, that can't compare to anything else.
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