Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
A TACTILE MUM
A tactile Mum I wish that I had been a tactile Mum. Too late now to give them hugs and kisses; brush their tears away and smooth their brow. These misses hit me hardest when I shatter my excuse. My Mother never smothered me in kisses. I don’t remember hugs. No - not at all. So why was I so meagre with my loving when I had so much to give to them. I’ll never know. They - despite me - smother their children in kisses. Hugs abound. There is a radiance in loving. There’s a lot of it around. Thank goodness.
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