We live our lives on reassurances, our little safety nets to the world which can change in a heartbeat, for the better or for worse.
It could be a reassurance that you have enough shifts to afford the bills next month, to know your essay will be submitted on time, or knowing that a tricky situation feels less intimidating as someone is there to lend a hand. No matter the circumstances.
For myself, a simple reassurance is something that we all took for granted before the coronavirus pandemic, such as the loving nature of human contact. Truth be told that the population is split into two groups when it comes to hugs. Some embrace it as a comfort and loving emotion whereas others (and I've witnessed) are literally backed into a corner surrendering to the kisses and cuddles from 'Great Aunt Maeve' or a drunken bestie! I'm a hugger. I'd hug the whole world if my arms stretched far enough.
I really miss it. It's my comfort and reassurance to know that through the ups and downs of everyday life, especially with mental health challenges that all will be ok. Will we be able to hug our friends and family again as freely as we once did? I hope so, but the terrible virus has all made us think twice about embracing others.
I honestly didn't realise how much I missed it until yesterday when my characteristic as a hugger was put to the test. Throughout the past year, three of my friends have expanded their families with beautiful offspring and I luckily managed to catch up with one of them (socially distanced of course) Any other time I would pick up and cradle the beautiful bundle in my arms and introduce myself and explain that Auntie Emmie causes mischief.
Let's face it, baby cuddles are the best! But I couldn't. I've accepted this new concept in our lives of limited human contact doesn't stop me from missing it though. It's not just hugs that have an impact on reassuring people, particularly when times are troubling, the simple tap on the shoulder or hold of someone's hand can be helpful.
From my own experience, a rare time I feel actions speak louder than words has got to be when I have grieved for a loved one. Sometimes if you can't find the words to comfort someone, a simple reassurance is to hold their hand.
Could be for a minute or maybe ten. No words need to be spoken; it's all in the comfort of a hand. Human contact can be a powerful concept, rather underestimated at times but if we can adapt to our 'new normal of living, with hand sanitisers at the ready, I hope this act of kindness continues for today, tomorrow and forever.