soft touch

Nose to Nose.   That is how Eva and I rocked this afternoon.  


If you could imagine an 18 month old who rarely allows you to hold her.  She gets hurt... she goes away by herself.  She gets tired... she goes away by herself.  She snuggles with her blanket but if you, her mother, attempts to pull her close, she cries and pushes you away.  You can't be close to your own child!


But not today.  Every single day she does something new.  Today was completely unexpected!  Only this week has she started to allow me to rock her for more than a few seconds.  Today she allowed me to rock her for more than 10 minutes.  I stuck my nose in her neck to find her ticklish spot.  Then our noses touched.  She held completely still as we gazed at each other... nose to nose.  She loved it!  I gently, barely, shook my head back and forth to rub our noses.  She did the same... very slowly and gently.  I tried butterfly kisses with my eyelashes.  ANOTHER SUCCESS!  'Again.  Again,' she squealed.



So many will never know that this touch is an answer to prayer.  I cried over this.  Begged for this.  Now, I get to cry tears of joy.  And I did.  And her soft nose, as she gently shook her head back and forth over my nose, accidentally wiped that tear away.