My husband walks by and his hand softly grazes my arm. I peek up to acknowledge the gesture, our eyes meet and he smiles as he turns and walks into the other room.
My 4-month-old daughter starts to whimper as she squirms in her Bumbo seat. (She sticks that bottom lip out and it begins to quiver…oh how it melts me so…) I pick her up, rub her back and instantly my discontented baby is again without a care in the world.
Human touch is unlike anything else. Touch can spark emotion in a way that nothing else can. When a baby is born, all you hear about is the importance of skin-to-skin contact. And rightfully so. There have been multiple studies done on babies to determine the impact of nurturing and touch. Its vital to existence. Babies who didn’t have a nurturing environment in which they were touched, interacted with, and held, simply died.
Physical touch is not my love language, but it is my husband’s. I have had to train myself to become accepting of more touch and recognize when I need to offer it. This has helped our relationship flourish. Now that I am a veteran “toucher” I have grown to realize the power of touch.