My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Hold. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
“I need some cuddle time, Mom.” My ten year old told me just yesterday.
“Cuddle time” looks like a ten year old frame cuddling on my lap curled into a ball with my arms wrapped around him.
It’s one of my favorite things to do: to hold my boys. There’s something so intimate and vulnerable in those times. Of course, we usually end up in a tickle fest. But those brief moments, where they’re still…where we’re still.
The world swirls on, it’s busy frenzy all around us. But those few minutes…we’re still with each other.
I know these cuddle times are limited. My guys are ten and eleven after all.
And when they stop asking for cuddle time? I’ll have to hold them more loosely. As they head into the scary, uncharted waters of the teen years? Where temptations and peer pressure try to mold them into something they were never designed to be?
Then I’ll have to trust that my Father holds them, and knows them, and cuddles them in the perfect ways they need.
It about breaks my heat to think of a day when they no longer come rushing into the house after school, wrap their arms around me and say, “Mama, guess what?”
I like being held by them too. Those boy-arms, all spindly and skinny? They have strength to squeeze he breath right out of me and the love right into me.
When that day comes where they don’t run through the door anymore, I’ll trust that my Father-God holds these boys He gave my us to raise for a short time.
He’ll hold them when I’m too far away.
He’ll hold them when they get into trouble and see no way out of it.
Trusting God will hold me too. Each and every day.
What about you? What causes you to feel loved? What or who holds you?