My son loves to take turns wrestling me and my husband. Last night he wanted to wrestle me first because, apparently, I am easier to take down. I believe my downfall is this…when I wrestle with my son, my lips have a hard time behaving themselves.
I can’t resist throwing in some kisses when we are twisted up like a pretzel. My son knows that wrestling matches with mom always have a way of digressing into a kissing fest. It’s hard to pretend you are in a real fight when your opponent is constantly kissing on you. I’ve explained to my son that it’s in my mommy job description to kiss on him. Not sure which rule it is in the Mommy Handbook, but somewhere in there, I know I’ve read this…”steal as many kisses as you can while he is young.” No matter how tough my son acts and no matter how many punches and kicks he throws, I can’t help but love on him.
Last night, before we started our wrestling match, Sean came up with an idea to hopefully solve our little dilemma.
“Mom, why don’t you just kiss me now so you don’t have to kiss me in the middle of our wrestling round.”
I was thinking about this strong desire to love on my child and it got me thinking about my Heavenly Father’s love for us. Even when we have seasons in our life when we wrestle with Him, even when we squirm and often try to resist His embrace, even when we tend to question and doubt, He never stops loving on us. He never stops pursuing us. We are His children and He finds us irresistible! Oh, if we could just stop wrestling and fighting with Him. If we could just be still long enough to simply rest in His embrace …to feel His strong arms wrapped around us and those soft kisses on our forehead.
In case you were wondering, my son’s “pre-wrestling kissing solution” did work. I was able to restrain my lips from puckering up for nearly two whole minutes. 😉