A Kiss… What message is communicated from such a simple yet complex gesture?
Thousands of meanings can be uncovered by a kiss, from I love you, to I’m sorry, to I’m just kissing you so you will stop jabbering on about your night out with the girls… the possible interpretations are endless.
Recently, on a not-so-awesome day I received such a message….
I opened my eyes after a restless night and could immediately tell it was going to be one of those days. It seemed to be over before my feet even hit the ground. I lay in bed and couldn’t be mad or sad. I was so spent that I had no energy to feel any kind of emotion.
In my college years, I may have stayed in bed all day. Unfortunately, my current occupation as mother holds no allowance for such shenanigans. Without much hope for the day ahead I slid my big pregnant self right out of bed. On with my morning routine.
While working on some daily chores my thoughts began racing with all I was facing. I felt like giving up and sobbing right there… but I couldn’t.
I am a mom.
I am strong.
I must push forward.
So, I continued on with folding the laundry.
I sat on my couch after this emotionally draining day watching my 2 year old son play with his building blocks on the floor beneath my feet. I just watched him for a while, but couldn’t seem to get the thoughts from the day’s worries to leave my mind.
My feelings were starting to break their way through the barrier I built throughout the day. I felt my weakness overcome me.
This was it!
My emotions could be contained no longer. My armor was slipping…
It started from the deepest part of my stomach, came up through my chest, and then choking out my throat. The tears filled my eyes and began pouring down my cheeks.
Just as loneliness and fear began to take over, I felt a warm touch on my face. I looked down and through blurred vision saw my sweet son standing in front of me. He had softly grasped my face with both hands, his head slightly tilted to one side, a mixed expression of confusion and love rested on his face. After a moment of gazing into one another’s eyes-it was almost like he had received a silent message, he shoved his lips to mine. As he let go, everything seemed to slow down. I could feel each muscle in my body begin to relax. In that moment all the stress melted away.
As I gazed into his innocent little face, the message of his simple gesture was evidently clear…
“It’s okay mommy.”
Then memories of other kisses seemed to pour in, replacing the frustration and discouragement which had occupied my mind.
Memories of my husband walking into our kitchen from a long day’s work, swooping me up into his strong arms and gently pressing his lips to mine swelled within me. Love and appreciation that accompanies each of those sweet and priceless kisses feelings of sadness with those of peace and joy.
And then memories of more kisses from my sweet boy came to mind, filling every last crevice in my heart with happiness.
Kisses are a reminder to me. A reminder of why I am here on earth and why I was given this specific and special life… a reminder that I am a loved wife and mother. No matter what trial or tribulation that comes my way, I have a reservoir of kisses and many to come that help me see that in the end, it will all be okay.
The post is a guest post and was written by Goofs N’ Giggles