Touch is the first sense that is developed as an infant and is in many ways the first language we learn. Studies have revealed that many significant and nuanced emotions can be transmitted via touch. The language of touch is different across cultures – with warmer climates being more “touchy”. As a language we are often more proficient as children in the communication of touch – as we mature the skill seems to get lost in the confusion of hidden agendas, trauma, fear and other grown up complexities.

I have recently had my attention drawn to the language of touch in my world – it wasn’t something I noticed or thought much about before. One of the ways it has come into my consciousness is related to the concept of consent. As the Momma I recognize it is my responsibility to ensure the Toad understands consent and respect for decisions related to his body and space as well as the decisions of others. In this context I now recognize that we are in fact a pretty “hands-on” family. We snuggle every day, we hug hello and goodbye as well as spontaneous random moments each day,  I frequently kiss a head, rub a back or pat an arm as I pass or if I need to ask a question or gain attention. Up until now largely unconscious…… including some of the touch that has spilled into other parts of my life – with other family members, friends and even work colleagues!

My attention has also been drawn to those moments when someone else touches me – the importance of it for both of us, the meaning it brings, the honour of someone trusting me with that touch and the gift that touch can be.

 I am now not only more conscious of the power of touch I am also more grateful for the gift of touch in my world.