Now that winter, with its dry air, has arrived, my kids and I have added something new to our bedtime routine. After reading stories, I get out my “special lotion,” and I massage their little cracked and bleeding knuckles. Last night, as I was rubbing her hands, my five-year-old daughter asked me, “Why is your lotion ‘special,’ Mom?”
“Because it’s an expensive hand therapy,” I explained, “And my teacher gave it to me when I graduated.”
Her brow furrowed. “Oh,” she said. Then, after a short pause, she added, “I thought it was because you rubbed it on the hands of people who are special to you.”
“Yes, yes,” I said, hurriedly. “You’re right. That’s also why it’s ‘special lotion.’”
She didn’t smile, though. Instead, she looked up at me with her earnest hazel eyes. “How am I special to you, Mom?”
Tears came to my eyes as I looked at my little girl, so eager to be told that she is loved, that she is unique. I gathered her close and whispered in her ear some of the many ways in which she is special to me.
When I left her room, I thought about the money I’d spent this week, buying Christmas gifts that will show my kids how special they are when I clearly need to tell them directly as well. And, as I read my scriptures last night, I thought also about my own relationship with my Father in Heaven, how so many years ago, He gave the ultimate gift because of His belief in the worth of my own soul. I thought also about how I still desperately crave small, spiritual reassurances from Him that He is pleased with me and with my efforts.
How do you show the people in your life whom you love that they are special to you?