Featured Zones

Tender Moments
by: Sharon
Today I had a tough day. And my baby, my 2 ˝ year old gently bathed my hands as I sat by his tub side . .

to give him his bath. In his eyes and his spirit I felt a compassion that sensed my tears held back on the inside of my cheeks.

Screaming in the corners of my mind, streaming out my eyes and slipping out my nose . . .but all on the inside.

He bathed my hands. Pouring water on each hand as he gently held them. Then he took the cloth, curled up in his little hand, and gently wiped each finger. A tender gift.

He did it not once, but twice. And when he would do it again, I said, “it’s time to get out of your bath now.” He said “again.” And so I let him. Learning to receive is a difficult task. I saw in his eyes a sense of my pain.

And his infinite kindness and love Splashed the water gently on my hands as my tears splashed inside. I wanted to say thank you. But I was too choked up. Too afraid that if I spoke my voice would wobble and my tears would flow.

So I sat for that third wash as he tenderly rinsed each finger, and for the moment I let my baby take care of me.