I’ve been busy today…running errands, taking care of kids, cleaning the house. This afternoon as I was driving around it hit me that I couldn’t remember feeling the baby kick.
I started concentrating on my stomach, willing him to kick.
All sorts of doubts and fears instantly rushed into my mind. Every story I’d heard, show I’d watched, friend I had who’d experienced a loss assaulted my senses. I wanted so desperately to be home so I could lay down and be reassured that life was still there.
There are times that I unintentionally cause this same sort of panic in the relationships that are closest to me.
I’m awful at staying in touch with people. I have close friends, friends I truly value, that I haven’t talked to in months. Relationships that were full of life that I’ve allowed to lie dormant. By neglecting to show these friends through a word, note or gesture that I care for them, am I causing them to wonder if something is wrong?
When I got home, I laid on my bed, and within a minute I felt the flutters and movements that relieved my unfounded fears.
All it took was a moment of pause. In that moment of connection I knew once again that all was right.
It didn’t take much to reassure me, and the same applies to those I love. A call, an email, even a text…to say, “I miss you. I care about you. I’m thinking of you.”
Just as I’d allowed the busyness of life to distract me from the movements of my unborn son, I let those same excuses keep me from checking in with the people I turn to in times of joy and sorrow.
Now, I’ve got to go make some calls and write some letters…
**P.S. I shared this post on Heart to Heart with Holley
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