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Security? In Mother's arms

From the February 1987 issue of The Christian Science Journal

One day when my son Jason was quite small, he handed me a poem he had just written. Scrawled out and misspelled, it read: I get a cuddle in the morning I get a cuddle at night It puts me in a sandwich Just right! Aside from thinking that this was a terrific poem for one so small, I immediately saw that he was expressing a sense of security drawn from my practice of cuddling him for a few moments at the beginning and end of each day.