July 19, 2011
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His love language is touch
“Mommy, kiss my teddy” calls Jackson. I give teddy a kiss and Jackson beams in delight and runs off to play. His love language is touch. It’s how he shows love and how he receives it. “Mommy, kiss my eyes…my ears…” etc. You get the idea. I’ve grown accustomed to kissing every body part; including the dirty little feet that he extends upward, hopefully, begging for a smooch. Though it’s true that I had never kissed a guy before my husband, in the past month I have kissed every flying fireman and stuffed animal that the kids own…including Elmo. I’m beginning to see how our home has been a harbor for infectious disease for the past three months! In the twelve weeks since Miriam’s birth, we have had strep throat for two weeks and chicken pox for 5. A total of 8 weeks that our home has been ground zero for these highly contagious plagues. I believe we even made it to the Missing in Action list of our church…we keep getting phone calls from the prayer team and the nursery workers. Being homebound is the hardest part of motherhood for me. I have boundless energy. But staying at home, the feelings of isolation overwhelm me and steal my joy and energy. True, I’m never alone. I can’t even go to the bathroom alone! I race in there and lock the door, hoping to finish my business in peace and quiet for 90 seconds!! But inevetably the kids notice I’m missing and the knocking on the door commences.
“Mommy? Mommy?!! Are you in there??” (panic creeping into their voices)
“Yes! I’m in here.”
“What are you doing in there?”
“What do you think I’m doing?!”
A moment of thoughtful silence….”Are you sleeping in there?”
*sigh*
Hoping to resume my social life, now that the plague has left our house. Desperate for some adult conversation!!