~My Kissing Hand~
In my palm, I hold the love. I squeeze the love. I feel the love. I love the love. Cherishing my possession, I press my palm to my fiery, blotchy cheek, and I remember that the love is always with me. Inside of my young hand, warmth radiates through the rest of my body as I hold it to my face. I recall what my mommy has told me hundreds and hundreds of times, “‘Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.’” I wipe away the salty tears; I wipe away my fears. Breathe Justina, just breathe. It will be okay. You will be okay. Mommy’s love is with you. I have a kissing hand. My kissing hand has unlimited amounts of kisses stored inside. It holds a magic kiss from mommy; the kiss that will stay there forever, and with it’s
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So, she gave me a magic smooch in the palm of my hand as we stood outside my daddy’s house-- what used to be our house, where we all lived together. She wrapped my fingers, tight and firm, around her kiss to ensure it’s safety inside of me. Teasingly, Mommy whispered to me, “‘Now, do be careful not to lose it,’” just like Chester’s Mommy said to him. At first, I was concerned because thought that I might actually lose Mommy’s magic kiss, but she assured me that it would never leave my hand, and it would be with me for the rest of my …show more content…
So the thoughts began to infest my brain. Mommy isn’t here. I miss Mommy. I won’t get to see her for six more days. Oh no. Don’t cry. It’s okay. Just breathe, Justina. Calm down. You don’t need her all of the time. You are here to have fun with Grandma and Grandpa and Daddy. But that little mental pep talk didn’t seem to help keep the hot tears from streaming down my face and making my pillow wet. Then I remembered: my kissing hand. I placed my palm against my cheek, as I had done many times before, and Mommy’s love was emanated throughout my body. “Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you,” I thought to myself. Soon the tears disappeared and I fell fast asleep, knowing that Mommy’s love was always with me.
Laying in bed and thinking back to last night, the memories flood back to me, but I fight back the tears. Quickly, I resolve the problem with my kissing hand, almost as pure instinct. Why do I have to sad? I don’t. Mommy loves me.
The book is a poem about love the way it is meant to be, and he stresses and explains “the kiss” that is constantly being portrayed. “Shall I not find that a richer grace is poured out upon me from him whom the Father has anointed with the oil of gladness more than all his companions, if he will deign to kiss me with the kiss of his mouth” (Page 216).... ... middle of paper ... ...
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
In the beginning of the story, “Last Kiss”, the character gets a kiss every night before bed but one day, he doesn’t get a kiss. He is about to go to bed and then asks his dad for a kiss. The text says,
Attachment is a complex evolutionary behavioral system that is intertwined with three other behavioral systems: exploratory, affiliative, and wariness. The behavioral systems that are involved with attachment behavior can be activated or terminated in different circumstances. The function of attachment is survival. Attachment can be found in many children’s books, although the two books examined in this essay are I love you all day long by Francesca Rusackas, and The kissing hand by…. These books show evidence of secure attachment through the process of separation and reunion.
Fromm describes the value of secure attachment, explaining that to a baby, “mother is warmth, mother is food, mother is euphoric state of satisfaction and security” (Fromm, 38). As they grow, children learn how to love and be loved through this relationship. The experience of being loved as a baby is described as a “passive one” because “there is nothing I [the baby] has to do in order to be loved” (Fromm, 39). Love, as a child may have learned about it, can only be received and “cannot be acquired, produced, controlled”, but the “capacity to love” can be developed; this is usually displayed in children starting at age eight (Fromm, 40). In a healthy learning journey, children come to learn that “love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an orientation of character which determines the relatedness of a person to the world as a whole, not toward one “object” of love” (Fromm, 46). Children will seriously struggle - especially in regards to their ability to love and be loved - if they are deprived a comforting, present caretaker in their early years of
I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina’s eyes and cause her pain, but it is the truth. The fair girl shook her head coquettishly, and the other two urged her on. One said, “Go on! You are the first, and we shall follow. Yours is the right to begin.” The other added, “He is young and strong. There are kisses for us all.” I lay quiet, looking out from under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation (39).
I remember from a time when I was about two or three years old, I was situated in a high chair about six feet away from the television screen, shoving cereal bits into my mouth, one by one. My favorite movie, Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas was playing. I was mesmerized by every minute those goofy little puppets were on screen. The scene where the main character, Emmet, and his mother share a heartfelt moment that strengthens their bond starts to unfold. From my highchair, I look at my own mother from across the room. "Mommy, I can be your Emmet, and you can be my mommy. I love you, Mama." is what I babbled to her. Because I saw love through my favorite characters, I was encouraged to do the same. This moment lives in my memories vividly,
To build upon her argument that an onion is the perfect symbol of love, she bluntly states to her lover in stanzas 14-17: “Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips / Possessive and faithful / As we are / For as long as we are.” Onions have a long-lasting aftertaste and its strong smell usually will linger on ones breath in the same way that passionate emotions left by a lover’s kiss can linger long after your lover has stopped kissing you. Duffy wants her lover to know that his kiss is so “fierce” that it takes “possession” of her mind and heart resulting in an everlasting and faithful
The childhood of children requires someone to love, and a person that is capable of providing love. The early age of children is sensitive because each tiny mistake can create a devastating impact on their future. For example, there is a gigantic amount of chil...
She had me wrapped around her tiny finger from the moment I laid eyes on my little girl. She had ten fingers and ten toes, and the most beautiful head of curls in the world. And I knew that I would do anything for her. But I never knew what all that would entail. This happens to many new parents as they transition into being a parent. Fathers, and mothers, are told what to expect when a baby comes into the household, but they are never fully prepared for what happens after the pregnancy and birth. “At the moment a baby is born; so is a new parent” (Levine et al., 2011, p.181). And being a new parent brings along the realization of all that you have to do, and all you have to go through, for your baby. The transition to fatherhood usually includes the identifiers of, according to Fox (2001), the helper and the provider. Each of these roles involves the ups, such as excitement, delight, and maturity (Chin, R. et al., 2011). Then there are the downs, such as stress, exhaustion, and a feeling of helplessness (Chin, R. et al., 2011).
There is no voice more comforting than Mama’s. In the womb we are suspended in safe warmth, hearing every noise that Mama makes. And we don’t just hear her voice. We feel its vibrations, its muffled hum, through our ears and our entire forming bodies. It’s no wonder that that is often the only voice that can comfort us in the distress of our new little lives. Yet, what of the mother who cannot speak? Can she still comfort her baby? Yes, because it is much more than vocal chords that connect a baby with its birth mother. After all, Baby eats all that Mama eats, breathes Mama’s air, knows Mama’s way of moving and laughing…Baby feels every surge of adrenaline that Mama feels. Bonds don’t get more intimate than that. Even after Baby is born, this bond is strengthened through long bouts of staring into each other’s eyes, through feeling the lulling rhythm of Mama’s breathing while sleeping against her chest, through time spent together saturated in touch and play. This phenomenon of intimacy is so powerful that it surpasses any blindness or handicap Mama could possibly have.
Amy’s excitement and anxiety about kissing ignited a rush of memories. How I used to romanticize about first kissing someone! I thought that I would be in a long flowing gown, and the handsome young man would bring me flowers, and ask to court me. Our kiss would be done on the porch, under an encouraging moon and a harmony of stars. Or maybe I would be in a MacDonalds, and the most good-looking guy I’d ever seen would come to my table, buy me a hot fudge sundae, and he give me a kiss when he walked me to my car.
After I was all dressed and ready for the big day, I made my way upstairs to eat breakfast. The smell of toast, sausage, eggs, and hash browns filled the air with an inviting aroma. Just as I was setting down to begin eating, my mom turned to me and asked how my morning was going so far. My reply was,” It feels li...
I had always dreamt and imagined of and things about my first kiss, what this short and small but entirely –maybe magical, or awkward moment would be like. Until it happened on my fourteenth birthday. But first, let me begin with the fact that I was moving away to California in a month and a half, an extremely dreaded time period and an entire state away sort of situation. I was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. Jordan and I, were great friends for a long time, teasing and poking fun at each other with no sign of infatuation toward each other whatsoever. He was my classmate, my confidant -my best friend. He was tall, had no money to his name but no one would have noticed, undoubtedly charismatic and mature for his age, and I was the complete
The first kiss between two individuals is often a milestone in their relationship. It is fascinating however, that when operationally defined, most would describe this behaviour as fairly strange. In its simplest form, a first kiss is merely the first time an individual presses their lips against another human. The duration and location of this first kiss is very important when evaluating its context. For example, a long kiss performed on another person 's lips for the first time is common among future sexual partners, whereas a shorter first kisses directed towards another person 's cheek, is common among close friends and even sometimes family.