Well...yesterday morning turned bad after Dad left for work....Corrie wouldn't budge or obey and her girls camp ride was soon to leave . After a good time of trying to coax/manipulate/threaten her, I lost my patience. I yelled at her and she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrolably.. Anger lingered in the air far too long. It became apparent that I had broken her heart and thankfully after a time this awareness softened mine. The spirit went to work and nudged me to lead her to the couch where I held her in my arms while communicating my love for her and how sorry I was for yelling. Corrie gave me the gift of forgiveness as we lay there together soaking in the moment.
After finally getting her and all her stuff to the Scott's by 10:30 am----I broke. Thankfully Leslie was there for me as I crumbled emotionally. She led me to her couch, wrapped her loving arms around me and listened with understanding. I sobbed for 20 minutes and was given the gift of friendship and love which I desperately needed. I left feeling better and felt encouraged in my efforts to be a better mother.
The moral of this story is.......there's no substitute for human touch and physical presence when we're struggling.
It reminds me of a time when Dad was serving as Bishop, carrying the burdens of the ward....he came home late one night especially heavy. Nothing was said and confidences were kept. Comfort came to your dad as I lied next to him and communicated my love in silence.
Physical Touch is a beautiful language ! I hope we speak it often :)
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