Last night I sent Oliver to get a kleenex, thinking he would go to the bathroom upstairs where we were. Instead, he went to the only place he knew there was a kleenex, which was downstairs. After leaving the room, he came back in and said "I need hug you" and gave me a big hug before leaving and heading downstairs. It took me awhile to realize that he was scared about going downstairs by himself (we are working on the "please-leave-mommy-alone-sometimes part of attachment) and he needed some reassurance from me. It was funny and endearing, and something more.
When Oliver was a baby and we were working hard to build attachment after missing out on his first 7 months of life, I remember praying that one day he would voluntarily hug me and fully embrace and seek out my affection.
It has been a long time since I prayed that prayer because we were seeing so much healing in Oliver and we are confident in his attachment to us. But sometimes it is good to be vividly reminded of God's faithful answers. And so when Oliver asks for a hug, a whisper in my heart reminds me of those prayers breathed so many times while rocking him to sleep and holding him close, prayers now answered. So much goodness and wholeness and restoration wrapped up in those sweet words...I need hug you.
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2 comments:
This was really precious and such a sweet answer to prayer.
I love your blog. You are the best writer. Every time I read your blog, I smile, I laugh and I cry. You have a great gift, Maria!! Xoxoxo
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