Not my love language . . .

Touch is not my love language. For sure, from Tuan I enjoy cuddles and kisses, and even from my children--most of the time. But I struggle with too much touch and stimulation and busyness surrounding me. This is not good for a mother of two busy toddlers and another on the way. My little boy has been smack up against me for the last twenty minutes and the constant rubbing and brushing is hard to put up with. I want to use "this is not my love language!" as an excuse, but what I really need is to re-align my own sinfulness and learn to deal with and, yes, appreciate the physical business all around me. Too soon the day will come when my little ones are far away and then all the stillness and space I could ask for will be mine.