Last night, all plates and dishes put away, the lights low in the bedroom where our youngest son went into his blanket ; the girls were yet to fall asleep, I peeped in at Joh, and he lifted that dark head calling me for a second kiss, then a whisper –
“Ma,I feel lonely.”
My heart missed a few beats ; it had been a long two months, there had been illness, a trip, school year starting over, uniforms that did not fit, unfinished assignments, a lingering cough and so many unfinished things…
“Why son ? We’re all here aren’t we ?”
“When you ‘re all busy with other things, I feel lonely,sometimes. “
Speechless, I hugged him close, closer, a third a fourth kiss.“You feel good now ?”
“Yes, but don’t go.” He said nothing after that just smiled and the room filled with feelings I have no words for.
Human touch. How abused, misunderstood those two words are : and so very easy to ignore in all our busy-ness. We sat there an hour, not just Joh and me, but all five of us, an hour in that quiet gentle dark as the little ones fell asleep.
Dearest Lord God, the worst disease on earth : ‘loneliness’ and such a simple cure right from the mouth of Babes.