Share the Beauty
The other day, my 4 year old demanded I stand outside his preschool classroom to hug and kiss him. He still gave me a sloppy kiss before heading toward the girls with long hair, the eye glances his way – one shoving over a bit to make him room with the stickers.
After my oldest and I dropped the other one off, I asked him if he would hold my hand, and he did, but it wasn’t tight. I could feel the opposite end of the magnet, the feet using me as a wall at one side of the pool to push off into the world.
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- March 17, 2012
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- motherhood, Poetry
carissa
March 17, 2012You have put tears in my eyes! My sweet boy just started holding hands...
Amber
March 18, 2012I want them to hold my hand forever, and maybe they'll step away for a while, but I do think they'll come back to sit with us and hold our hands. I hope so.
Good grief. Now I want to cry, too. Most days I'm pretty tough. My oldest, Isaac, will hold my and his daddy's hand still for sure, but the other day it just felt different - like he was doing it for me, not for him. Gracious.