By our last work day at the village the kids had grown comfortable enough with us not to be shy at all about touch. When the songs had been sung, the stories told, and the faces painted, we were all just sort of hanging out and snapping pictures. If you were standing still there was a little one grabbing your hand to hold on each side. They would literally push each other out of the way to be the one to touch you! It was absolutely sweet to see the smile that just holding my hand would bring. I wished for more hands.
This resonates with me as a reminder of how important it is to give the children in our lives the gift of touch. As long as my boy will allow me to I will be holding his hand, kissing his cheeks, wrapping my arms around him, and rubbing his back till he falls asleep. And beyond my own child, offering a hand to hold to a little one can truly be a gift for the both of us. Just try it. Hold the hand of a child and try not to smile, it's pretty much impossible.