Begin. Be gentle, go slow. Baby steps, tip toe, tip toe. TicTacToe. # X's and O's Hugs and kisses from an absent mother. Always a note, so I will always know.
"Don't be afraid, I will be back soon XXX OOO."
One for each of us. I didn't know, thought they were all for me (or if you were reading all for you.)
X's are kisses, this is the love, the exuberant, messy "I don't care who knows". But kisses can leave me cold. There are just too many ways to mess them up. Too slobbery, too hard, like a peck from a chicken, chapped lips, bad breath, have good aim or you'll kiss someone's nostril. The intimacy of allowing someone's lips to touch yours. Your breath, your words come out from your lips. Sustainance, food, drink pass through them. Such a symbolic area. Reserved for VIPS. Unless I have bad breath.But the O's, the O's were for hugs, the quiet, the strong, wrapping around and holding me up. O's can be anytime, happy, sad, anytime, long, short, soft, hard, half, whole, A frame, patting the back, side by side, heart to heart. So versatile, those O's. I liked them better, I knew I was loved with those.
Love,
Mom
XXX
OOO
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