Tuesday, May 31, 2011

it's seven o'hug

Gagey steals my watch - & straps it onto his sturdy little man-wrist.
"Sloan!" he exclaims, looking studiously at the numbers, "It's seven o'hug!"
With abandon, he flings his three year old self into her waiting arms. He melts into her as she so gently circles his frame. They snuggle on my bed, and she breathes half to me, half to his white blonde head, "Best time of the day is seven o'hug..."
And He's held,
loved,
tenderly adored...
And then there was the moment of truth, when i was in Sobeys, picking up a few things for lunch. It was a mad dash with my two oldest girls, and we laughed as we chugged through that store, adding to our basket... "Sign here" the machine asked me...
i picked up the pen and began to scrawl, "Mom"...
Cairo laughed at me - because i am so used to signing their teacher checks in their LifePac's with this handle... that it seems to me that sometimes i no longer answer to any other name at all... and a tiny voice chides that i have no other identity that would give me a name...
But i do...
Have a name...
& He knows it -
& He whispers truth to me, using the words of the Psalmist;

"13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. 17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you."

and He says to me, "i know you, loved one... "
& i feel myself held,
loved,
tenderly adored,
- just as my little one longs to be held...
at seven o'hug.

3 comments:

Carol said...

Another sweet post!

Lori-Dawn said...

That was beautiful, said through tears...it's so true though, we sometimes lose our identity in our families...sometimes needing reminded that we too are cherished by our ABBA!! Thanks for the reminder! Totally fed my soul today!

Alisdair said...

Too funny signing Mom at the store! I'm still laughing at Isobel from yesterday... I was at census training and couldn't attend the track meet. So John wasn't working and went. The lady handing out ribbons told Isobel to go get "one of the Mommies over there" to pin her ribbons on. Apparently she told the well meaning lady "Daddy will do!" And, as John secretly told me later "They all knew I wasn't her Dad (he is her stepdad) -- but not one of the ladies corrected her!" I could just imagine the scene in the staff room...

Love the concept of seven o'hug. Sometimes when I am feeling overwhelmed a little kiddo hug and kiss is what keeps me going...

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