She slides up beside me, her fingers tracing each of mine. She traces the outline of my thumb, then tickles the fine hairs on the back of my hand before returning again to the thumb.
I resist the growing urge to shake my hand free to shudder and scratch, or leap up from the couch with a yelp. This incessant ticklish touching is like torture to me, but I must try to empathize with this child who must feel love flowing into her little soul while she fills up her tank on touch, touch, touch.
We all have our own launguages through which we hear, feel, or see love. To us, they seem obvious. The tricky part is figuring out and then delivering on other peoples' languages. It's easier for me to DO something for someone than to go out and buy a gift, because of my own way of seeing love. And although I love a good hug, a backrub, foot rub, even a decent kiss.... I sooo don't get this torturous gently tickling thing that I try to endure.
What about you? What makes sense to the way you see love?
11 comments:
I'm exactly like you - give me acts of service, but don't touch me!
Who cares about love...I'm just looking for another nice bag & there isn't one to look at TODAY. Just when you're making bags that are totally MY style. That's what I don't get.
Someone
I remember the good ol days of taking turns tickling my sisters back and she returning the favor. This became a bedtime ritual and I would often try to trick her into thinking that it was her turn to tickle me. Sorry about that Sis!
Denise
that's really regrettable "someone".....
there's that book about the 5 love languages (I haven't read it) and my sister was reading it when she suddenly put it down and said, "wow! ruth is ALL 5!"
eep. i guess that would make me "high maintenance". :)
These days I don't know what actually makes me feel loved...I did have an overwhelming urge to go see Mel and the little girls in Elm Creek yesterday and I felt loved there.
ok Send that sweet little girl my way when you need a break. I love touch and am so glad both my girls love cuddles and strokes. You are too sweet to endure the torture for her little love cup
well, tell me that you wanna spend time with me, just me, and maybe throw some sweet words of affirmation my way and i'll be on cloud 9 for days... :)
i love all those love languages, but those 2 are the best for me.
I love "tickling". My story is EXACTLY the same as Denise's.
"Connecting" as in being honest, real, and TALKING about stuff that is down there, knowing I'm loved even if I don't always make sense, and hearing others' "honest stuff" -- good or bad.
Schwester Mary
oh, and P.S. Students (gr.1 mostly) would touch my toes when I'd wear my Birks. I really didn't mind that!.
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