"And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.” Mark 10:16
“Unda, Momma, Unda!” (Translation from 2-year-old language: “Scratch my back, Momma, and get it really good by going under my shirt.”) Yes, these were the cries of my little ones, as they perched themselves on my lap, begging for a back scratch.
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The comforting back scratch routine that began at home grew into a pattern during worship in church. With a child on each side and the third one still within reach, I spent countless hours in the pew gently scratching backs, which calmed these active youngsters and helped them learn to focus and listen, guided by the touch of their mother. On occasion, my youngest would start to lift his shirt with a soft whisper, “unda…” and I would have to remind him, “No… OVER in church!” But still, a touch of love.
The back-scratch-of-love that began with my little ones is a sweet routine that remains today in our home filled with not-so-little ones (big, independent teenagers!). Still, they plop down beside me, smile irresistibly (some things don’t change), and turn just a bit to look in my eyes and say, “Backscratch Please?” A touch of love.
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