Being the type of person completely opposite of the touchy-feely type, I tend to push most people away.
I have never been a great nurturer, but I tried. Thankfully, my kids weren’t sick that much. I don’t think I damaged them. Our daughter, at the age of 23, will still hold my hand at the store, and likes to be close when we are together. Our youngest always hugs us before he goes home. Our oldest will from time to time tell us he loves us–but it has been a while.
I’m afraid that I have so many plans, too many projects, so much to read, a paper hoard to conquer, photos to take, photos to edit…
I’m afraid I’ll die before I complete them all.
And this is the moment I wish I were touchy-feely, because that’s what I need.
More than words.