Pick Me Up

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As mothers we are so used to pick up our children. We carry them in our arms from the very beginning, watch them how they fall asleep in our arms, while we rock them gently. And they grow. They grow so fast. Suddenly they crawl or walk, stumble, get back up and continue on their journey of discovery.

Still though, they need us. They want us to pick them up, reaching out their arms in our direction, letting us know that enough is enough and that now they want to be held or carried by us. And we do. Once more we do our very own “gym session”, our parenting Olympics. We squad down and lift them up, hopefully engaging all necessary muscles… In any case, we lift them up. I bet thousands of times.

They grow bigger, they get heavier, they get more independent and yet still need to be picked up. So we do it. We pick them up when they fall and bruise their knees. We pick them up and carry them when they are sad, upset or tired. We realize how much heavier they get how much longer their limbs are. And then, one day, we start thinking about how much longer we will be able to pick them up.

I read this article about picking up our kids recently and it hit home. My children have now reached the point where I can no longer pick them up and carry them. While I was reading the article I was thinking about which one is the bigger issue for me, the weight or their length. I think it’s actually more the length of their limbs now. It just makes it impossible for me to carry them without tumbling over or hit their legs or arms against something.

My children are no longer at a point where they want to be picked up when they get hurt or when they are sad. Maybe they’d still like it but they, too, realize that they are too big now. What they want though is to be hugged. To be held, to be cuddled.There are only a few moments they still ask to be picked up and to be carried, at least in my daughter’s case.

So we do it. And we realize how much more difficult it gets each and every time. We realize that the moment of reaching the point of “no return” is getting closer and closer. This point when you realize you need to let go of something because it’s simply not doable anymore is so very close. You realize your kids are no longer babies and there is simply nothing you can do to stop them from growing up.

There is one thing though, that we can hang on to. While we won’t be able to pick them up physically for much longer, we will still be able to pick them up mentally.

And this is something that will never change…

 

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21 thoughts on “Pick Me Up

  1. Very touching post Momma… I can’t comment from a parent’s view, not having children myself, but I can talk as a daughter. My family is not a very demonstrative one when it comes to hugging and cuddling. My parents are the most loving people, and I grew up aware of the chance I had, but we’re just not cuddle bears πŸ˜› BUT… In my twenties, I had major health issues that forced me to go live with mom and dad for a couple of months, and especially at the beginning of my recovery, I needed a lot of care. I was surprised of how naturally I let my mother into an intimacy I thought was off-limit in our mother-daughter bond since I had grown into an adult. She might not be strong enough to pick me up anymore, but I realized she was the only one, beside my boyfriend, I could be totally vulnerable with… And that is something that’ll never be lost.

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  2. A beautiful post. Speaking from my point of view now that I am a grandmother and my children are all at least more than a head taller than me, I find that deep down inside they would love to be picked up when needed but knowing it would be impossible for me they now have changed to accepting my hugs, kisses and praise. My grandchildren have taken the place of their parents and those little arms are frequently raised for me and up they come into my arms and wrap those little arms lovingly around my neck and “The Beat Goes On”. I love it. :o)

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  3. My oldest cried when her mama told her her shoulder-riding days with daddy were done. I still get nostalgic when I see a little one on dad’s shoulders. Then I realize there’s tuition to pay and rides to give and attention that’s wanted, and I realize the lifting’s still in progress.

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  4. If I encounter my soon to be four year old twin grand-girls at the top of the stairs they want to be carried down. In fact, if they are already part way down they will climb back to the top. The joints still tolerate it but who can say for how much longer. Thanks for the post.

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