I agree with Christina - hold her.

The best nurturing I received was from my father. I'd climb onto his lap when he was sitting in his chair and place my head on his chest. He'd wrap his arms around me and say "Let's enjoy it" (meaning let's enjoy this moment together). We'd sit quietly as I listened to his heart beating, and it gave me the strength I needed to go back out and face the world again.

Exercise is good too. He also used to take me out to the woods on the weekends at the break of dawn for a walk - regardless of weather. On one frigid morning the snow was really deep and I was cold and exhausted. I stopped and said "Dad, I can't do this anymore." He said "Yes, you can - you have a lot of spirit." I said, "But dad, it's COLD!" He said with a smile "Isn't it great? It means you're still alive."

I think of that day a lot because I often wonder if I can keep on going. When my pain becomes severe, I find myself almost laughing because I can hear still hear my dad saying "Isn't it great? It means you're still alive."

Good luck ((BJ))