Little Hands

I am the mother of two little ones both with what seem like a million little hands.  My daughter in particular has a thing for touching; my belly button, the moles on my face, the little bumps on my arms and legs - basically any and every part.  By the end of the day, some days, I am ready to run into my purple bubble and hid away (what kid do you know that respects your purple bubble of space?).
Little hands reaching out to me, wanting something, anything, everything.  A cracker, sandwich, me to hold them, swing them, catch them, watch them.  The attention it takes to be a mother at times is daunting and I only have two children.

The other day I was feeling just this way and a thought struck.  I often get glimpses of how amazing God is through my faulty attempts at being a parent.  Does God view us as little children always reaching out to Him wanting something, anything?  As I make these realizations I am so thankful for a God that is infinitely patient, all knowing and always good.  I know that I want good for my kids but do my actions always demonstrate that goodness?  When my children come to me with outstretched arms wanting more of me will I always have something to give?  God does!  When I go to God I know that He will have open arms for me, ready to give more of Himself. 
May I remember to go to God when I am empty, allow Him to fill me so that I will have something  to give.