The last week has been full of adjustment. We have returned to our routine of dash out
the door in the morning, make sure clothes are laid out, lunches are prepped,
and bags are packed the evening before.
I am falling into the rhythm of lesson planning and grading papers, and
using every second of my lunch and prep time to the best of my ability so I can
walk out of school by the 4:15 I have promised myself daily. You see, my couch is calling me… not so I can
collapse there with exhaustion (though I totally could!!) but because it is
where both boys fit in my lap for our afternoon/evening snuggles. There is nothing like the feeling of a lap
full of wiggly hugs. A full lap is the
outward sign of a full heart.
I will admit, I have
been feeling the stress of it all as we adjust.
My shoulders and neck ache at night from the tension I often don’t even
realize I am carrying… but when I get home and my lap is full I feel it all
melt away. There is peace in those
snuggles, there is comfort in those snuggles, the stress of the day releases,
and my heart is happy. While I can see
their cute faces on my desk each time I pass by it, there is nothing like the
power of touch, the comfort of having them in my arms.
Over the years there have been studies and research about
the power of touch- it really is a precious element of our five senses. Touch can release the “feel good” chemical
oxytocin making us calm down, relieving stress, and often putting us in a better
mood. Touch is a sense that is incredibly
important for the development of infants as they rely on touch to help them
feel safe and secure.
The hug from my mom as she left my house the day before I
returned to school reminded me that she had been there and knew exactly what I
was feeling. The squeeze of (A)’s hand
as we sat in the car reminded me that he believed in me. The kiss on my cheek (and insistence that I
REALLY needed to wear a tiara to school) were (a)’s reminders to me that I am
his “mommy-princess.” The power of touch
is strong.
We see Old Testament characters die over touching something
that was forbidden, and New Testament lives healed and changed forever with one
touch from Jesus. Touch is a powerful
thing. And while I can’t physically
reach out and touch the robe of Jesus, I know that from time to time he has
sent the touch of others to help remind me of just how much He loves me.
So when exhaustion has the best of him and (a) asks to
snuggle I will stop what I am doing, because touch is a powerful thing. When (b) cries while I’m eating dinner, I
will eat one handed so I can hold him, touch is a powerful thing. I will hold (A)’s hand in the car as a
reminder that we are on this adventure together, touch is a powerful
thing. I will pat my students on the
shoulder in encouragement as a I walk by during their math test, touch is a
powerful thing. I will hug the friend at
church who needs it, touch is a powerful thing.
And I will daily thank God for the healing gift of touch- it really is a
powerful thing.
“She said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I
will be healed.” Matthew 9:21
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