A Mother’s Touch

A Mother’s touch

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A tender kiss, a soft hug. Such simple caring gestures, yet in the eyes of a child you’re a miracle worker: There is nothing you can’t fix with a sprinkle of love & cuddles, right?

It goes without saying, there is nothing more gut wrenchingly difficult than seeing the fruit of you loins beside themselves in agony.

When your precious offspring sustains an almighty thud from falling over, you’ll resist the urge to mutter ‘Well, I told you so’ (after the 10 shouty commands you bellowed of ‘Slow down, you’ll trip!’) Instead, your natural reaction is to embrace this little soul, prepare your own ears for the earth shattering wails: be the hand to wipe away those almond shape tears, & the giver of unlimited cuddles.

On days when an accident occurs out of the blue, in an instant the world around you becomes a blur: time stands still. You’re heart skips a beat, then races so rapidly it’s trying to escape you chest cavity. You plead that this is the kind of incident those mummy/ daddy kisses can mend. Closing your eyes momentarily, like a child you make a wish & say a little prayer, to open them unto the panic. You swoop in, giving said child the once over- Breathing? Blood? Bones? All seemingly intact (phew) you go on to question ‘What on earth happened here then?’. Now most 2 year olds communication skills aren’t the clearest & most coherent at the best of times (let alone when they’re a soggy snot ball of tears). For love nor money, there are no clues to this mystery, time to call in the detectives ‘a la’ Jessica Flecture? Once calm has descended, I’m usually given an explanation & often just one word will suffice ‘Lego’ (we’ve all stepped on a cube of that to tell the tale!)

For all the days when I feel that on some level I’ve failed at being a good mum, scrap that, I feel like a really bad mum: not giving Bear my undivided attention, allowing too much crap into his diet (not actual crap you understand, crap in terms of too much salt, sugar: lack of fruit & veg) It’s in these moments, his time of need, I’m reassured that as it happens for all my misgivings I’m pretty good at this being a parent malarkey. I can ease his pain: offer him the warmth & reassurance needed, to go full gusto back into the world. & Rather smugly safe in the knowledge that nobody else can compete with me on this. In a room packed with his favourite people, even if Daddy or Nana rush to his aid-there is no one or amount of comfort that’ll make the grade, quite like a mummy Cuddley-kiss.

I often feel slightly guilty for this, as I’m sure it’s a tad upsetting for Mr. Bananas, that his mini-me seeks ‘Mumma’ out (even after his display of consolation efforts, on a heroic scale) But, I love how needed Bear makes me feel, this tiny human holds me upon a pedestal: ‘what ever is wrong, Mummy can always make me better’.

I often think it’s me who needs him more. At times I will admit, Bear is my security blanket, & on a day when nothing else will budge my bad-ass mood, just a fleeting embrace from mon petit will melt all my woes.

God forbid, any medical complications arise on a more serious level, where intervention & treatment is required: your mothers’ touch is rendered useless, all but condemned to the cutting room floor. You feel as though an apology is owed to your child, lying there, staring intently at you-awaiting your healing hands, ‘I’m sorry darling, Mummy needs some help with this booboo’. In those moments, you are taken over by the urge to swap places in a blink of an eye, & rid your precious little one of any pain.

I love how special my toddler makes me feel, in his time of need. & I’ll forever cherish the moments when I can offer him a tender cuddle, a few words of sympathy, & my magical Mother’s touch.

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As always, this ‘Ordinary Moments’ post is linked over with Katie at Mummy Daddy and me makes three. 

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13 Comments

  1. 29/06/2014 / 2:57 PM

    Such a truthful and touching post Katrina, love that picture too! Wonderful x

  2. 23/06/2014 / 12:10 PM

    That’s very true, every single word there! I couldn’t agree much more! x

  3. 10/06/2014 / 10:11 PM

    Such a lovely post K! Beautiful sentiment expressed in beautiful words. What a lucky little Bear you have! Xxx

  4. 10/06/2014 / 1:47 PM

    Such a lovely post lady! That picture is just perfect 🙂 I will miss it so much when my two stop coming to me for soothe their every need x

  5. 10/06/2014 / 11:06 AM

    Oh my days K, this photo is absolutely beautiful!
    This post is so true and I know it breaks Ant’s heart when Luca hurts himself and Ant is cuddling him but he’s shouting for me, and I feel for him but at the same time I wouldn’t change it. It was the opposite for me as a kid and even now, my Dad is the one who makes me feel better always, I’m such a Daddy’s girl so hopefully Ant will get to experience it one day.
    xx

  6. 09/06/2014 / 5:28 PM

    Sometimes when my mother-in-law is here and she showers my son with endless gifts and toys and books. My son loves her to bits. Theres a tinge of jealousy as I cant buy my son those toys. I am jobless. I feel inadequate. And yet when he got hurt, wants to go to sleep or got upset no matter who is in front of him, mo matter what massive toy my little son wants mommy. I feel better not because I beat my mother inlaw or something like that but because I would like to think that I proved to him that when the going gets tough mommy is going to be there to make things okay. It is true tho when you said that they give us comfort too. I dont know what ill be now without my son to give me a reason to go on days thats too hard to handle. #ordinarymoments

  7. 09/06/2014 / 4:28 PM

    You write so so so so well K, I find myself nodding along with everything you say. I do love that feeling of being so needed, but like you say I need them just as much. Although Mads is a Daddy’s girl so if he is here she often goes to him first which makes me feel a little sad. There are some things only Mummy will do for though. Beautiful post. As I said on instagram, that photo is gorgeous. x

  8. 09/06/2014 / 9:39 AM

    Aww Bear sounds just like my son, no matter who is around if he hurts himself he only wants me, nobody else will do. It makes me feel special too and I’ll be very sad when the day comes that he doesn’t shout for Mummy when he’s hurt 🙁 xxx #ordinarymoments

  9. 09/06/2014 / 9:34 AM

    Oh what a lovely post, its so special being a mother. Although my son at 7 is too hard to cry but its nice when he wants a cuddle.

  10. 09/06/2014 / 9:26 AM

    Such a lovey post. I think I need Baby more than she needs me, but I love the fact that I can make everything better x

  11. 09/06/2014 / 7:50 AM

    This is so so so beautiful. Think this is my fave post of yours ever. Made me well up. Love it lovely xxx

  12. 09/06/2014 / 7:20 AM

    Gorgeous!!! It’s so true, every word!! I couldn’t agree more with our little guys being our security blanket as much as we are theirs! Xxx

  13. 09/06/2014 / 12:20 AM

    So true and so well written 🙂
    I`m 32 and I still want my Mummy when something bad happens! x

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