A few months ago I hatched a plan. To start rubbing my kids feet.
You’re probably thinking “what kind of plan is that”?
I’ll tell you. I love having my feet rubbed. It calms me down, makes me comfortable, and happy, and if it’s a loved one doing it, I feel that connection. I thought that if I start rubbing their feet now, just during down time while they’re reading a book on the couch, or especially in a bad mood but will let me in…then I’m hoping and really PRAYING that when they’re teenagers, this will all pay off. I can sit on their bed at night and rub their feet as they talk and I listen and they unload and I learn. I can sit on the couch and rub their feet as they study for a test and help them calm down and relax. I can rub their feet after they get home from dates or a night out with friends and hopefully get them to spill everything, especially the stuff they might not normally share.
True, I might have a kid who doesn’t like having his/her feet rubbed, and we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. All in all, I think this is pretty brilliant, and I take no credit because I believe it was divinely inspired.
Today I sat on the couch after dinner and said “yeah! Mother’s Day! I get a foot rub!” The girls were all kinds of excited and ran over with lotion. Ainsley eventually moved from my feet to my arms and hands and she whispered “When you rub my feet I feel your love for me. Do you feel my love for you right now?”
YES. So very much.
(see? it’s already working.)























