If you give a kid a cuddle

If you give a kid a cuddle he'll want a tickle to go with it.

And with that tickle comes a giggle that soon becomes a belly-laugh.

Before long you find yourself giggling too.

With the cuddle you gave him you'll get wiggles besides - and sometimes in your sides as the tickling becomes wrestling and your ribs get poked with little feet.

And you'll be annoyed but not enough to shove him aside because his squeals of delight egg you on to give more and more tickles until he can hardly breathe.

You'll pause long enough for him to catch his breath.  And squeeze him close for a bear-tight hug.  And suddenly what was just going to be a cuddle has become another important moment of childhood where he discovers the joy, pleasure, safety and wonderment of Mama's arms.

So, if you give your child a cuddle, be sure you have time for a tickle too.  And a belly-laugh and a giggle.

And watch out because then he'll want you to be his jungle gym and climb over and on top of you.

If you give a kid your time he'll want your affections too.  And you'll be glad to give it because that's what parents do.

So never mind a cupcake, a snack or a toy.

Just give your child a lot of love - love he can touch, laugh with, hold, climb on and feel wrapped around him.

If you give your child a cuddle you'll be giving yourself along with it.












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Comments

  1. Lucy Green13 July 2012 at 09:23

    Lovely :)

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  2. Tonya26 July 2012 at 00:05

    Here from women living well. Love this post! So precious and so true.

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  3. Christina26 July 2012 at 06:09

    I love this! Mine are getting older but I can still tickle them:) Thanks for this!

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    1. Sarah27 July 2012 at 12:38

      Thanks for the reminder! I have to remember to tickle my 11 y.o sometimes - he still needs it - like calcium for the bones is tickling to the soul of a child...

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  4. Kate @ Teaching What Is Good31 July 2012 at 13:57

    Ahhhh...a breath of fresh air to my spirit today. Thanks for this joyful reminder!!

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    1. Sarah6 August 2012 at 00:57

      Thanks for commenting Kate. I need to remember these things in the grunt-work of mommy-ing.

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