Father’s Touch

There is nothing like a father’s touch.  Jordan has this almost magical ability to bring peace and comfort to our children with just the touch of his hand. It never ceases to amaze me.

Our family was out late last night and sweet Eliana was well past her fatigue limit.  Poor girl…she was so tired.  She cried the whole ride home.  I tried countless times to console her, using every method I could think of, but to no avail.  She just continued to cry.  When I had finally resigned myself to the fact that she would simply bawl until we got her home to bed, Jordan did what he does best.  He reached back, rubbed her foot to comfort her and immediately the crying stopped!  Immediately!  The tears stopped flowing and all that could be heard from the backseat was contented sighs and eased breathing.

He had the same effect on Isaac.  Every now and then, Isaac would work himself up into a frenzy, sweating and fussing to the point of near exhaustion.  I would try everything to ease his discomfort and bring him back to peace again.  He was nearly deaf so this often was quite challenging.  More than once, Jordan walked into the room while our boy was having one of his fits with that magical father’s touch.  He would simply place his hand on Isaac’s back and bam!  The cries stopped, the striving ceased, and he would fall fast asleep.  Instantly!  He couldn’t hear that his dad was in the room.  He just knew by his touch.  And for Isaac, that was always enough to fill him with peace.

I can’t explain it.  I’m amazed every time it happens.  But I am so thankful for this man, who brings comfort and peace to his family with simply the touch of his hand.  What a gift.