Cuddle: The sniffles come and along with it are the chills, the sore throat, the runny nose, and the body aches. If we are lucky, it is also a rainy and windy period in late fall or early winter, where the weather cooperates with the body in mass conspiracy to make us feel even worse. No matter the age or the independent streak we possess, there is one thought that rises to the surface. “I wan…
t my mom.” Sometimes, in the law of events, a trio of watershed moments crash in to claim us. Many comment that heart breaking situations tend to happen in three’s. They seem to snowball, collecting more momentum and energy as time continues. While we try to avert it’s hurtling avalanche and keep ourselves centered, sometimes the impact threatens more impact than we would like. Our blankets, loving arms, and the chance to simply let go rank higher than anything else in those times, and again the same response rings clear, “I want my mom.” That desire we have to climb into safe and secure arms, to rest our heads on strong shoulders, to be held in a way that tells us that we are taken care of is more valuable than any amount of money. We yearn to be cuddled and kept close to those who chose to love us no matter the circumstance. When we are low or sick, exhausted, spent, and overwhelmed—we want our mommies. We want to be wrapped tight, with a light hand on the side of our face, running through our hair, or rubbing our backs. We want to sink into the loving cuddle of someone who wants nothing from us. What a relief that that provides. There are some, unfortunately, who do not have that chance. There are children who go through their childhood not able to climb into those laps and rest their head. There are adults who miss that chance as well, or chose to section themselves from warm embrace, a kind word or a moment to let go and cuddle and be cuddled. Yet, the desire for that human connection does not wane the older we become, in fact, it increases. A loving smile, knowing that someone will grasp our hand in welcome or empathy, the arm about the shoulders, all of it is necessary if we are to grow as the children we are. We are beloved children, whose Abba parent begs us to climb into a loving lap and let go. This Creator knows that we need physical contact which fills us and somehow makes the crazy wind and rain of life seem a little less ominous. Our eternal parent wants to smooth back the worried brows and cuddle us close, letting us know that no matter how tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed we feel, there is One who remains ready to embrace us. That is a legacy of love that has been in place before any of us drew our first breath and remains a promise that envelops us, even when we breathe our last. It is a promise that One bigger than all of humanity stands ready to embrace all that we are, all that we become, and all that we encounter. This Creator understands and hears the heart cry, “I just want my mom,” and wants desperately to provide that safe place of refuge. If only we will cry aloud what we need and what we want. If only. I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul. Psalm 31:6-
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