Do you remember that childhood feeling of homesickness? I do. I remember being at sleep overs and late at night missing my momma’s loving arms, feeling a tinge of sickness in the pit of my stomach. And when I got home to her the next day, it felt good. Comforting.
Nowadays I don’t get homesick, but sometimes a similar feeling creeps in. That neediness.
As my daughter gets older (mind you, she’s only just 4), it’s strange to say, but she’s becoming like a mother to me, too. When I’m sad or down or stressed, she’ll wrap her arms around me and drown away my pains. I admit, sometimes I ask her to hold me. She gets a huge smile on her face and wraps me up in her arms. I hear her heart beat through her chest and it just about brings tears to my eyes. I created that heart beat. And some part of me believes that she is so much more to me than I will ever be to her.