All that it is

Arms open up to take in all that it is.
The arms aren’t greedy but they feel hungry.
We will take what we will get.
And maybe ask for more – because we are noticing and acknowledging the needing – more than we ever have before.

Every morning before my kids head off to school, I reach out to them.
I want to give them a have fun out there kiss, sealing them in protective love, keeping them free from harm.
It’s important to me that I see them off.
If I am downstairs exercising, or outside with Gertie (our still very bouncy puppy), I make sure to meet them at the front door before they depart.

They are 12 and 14 now, so this ritual includes a dash of eye roll and a scatter of dodging. But I don’t mind. It’s the game that we play. And it is something I want to embed in them.
Like a message. Like, “I love you” or “I’m here for you”. I’m not quite sure.
I want them to walk through the world knowing that they are safe. Knowing that they can trust. The world… themselves… me…
And that they can land on their feet.
Even when the world drops out from under them.
I don’t think I had this.
So, it’s something I want them to know exists.
And I do it with a momma kiss every morning.
Hoping that they can hold all that is in that kiss.