A Gentle Touch

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Tonight my mom called me into her room, just me and her laying side by side. She gently stroked my hair back away from my face, speaking gentle words from a mother to her child. A tangible instance of a mother’s love. A rare thing to be able to touch the hair of a grown child— a woman, but still her baby.

This was a glimpse into my past and my future at the same time. Remembrance of my own mother’s hand, a slight sense of foreboding of knowing I too will suffer to let go of my daughters. It was difficult not to cry with gratitude for the moment, along with grief knowing it can’t last forever.

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About christasterken

Committed to a life of purpose. Learning to live abundantly. Embracing creativity. Questioning. Delighting in the comforts of home and family. Determining not to settle only for how things are, but how they could be. Writing is part of who I am, so I trust In God who gave the gift to show me how I can serve Him through it. That is my life…one word at a time. Psalm 89:11a“Teach me your way , O Lord, and I will walk in your truth”

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