How We Miscommunicate
I was watching a mother soothing her crying child. The mother was holding her daughter close to her chest, kissing and caressing her lightly. The only sound I could hear were soft murmurs of love. No talking. No preaching. No judging. I thought to myself we are all children at heart. When we are in pain, all we want is to be loved, caressed, held close to the heart, comforted by someone we love, not words. At those moments of hurt and anguish, words only interfere with our need to feel and be felt.