Grasp:
A child, toddling along by its mother, reaches a chubby hand
skyward to grasp the strong, firm one that is there, offering stability,
safety, comfort.
My children are all well past the toddler years now, so
holding hands with them is no longer an issue of keeping them from harm’s
way. Now as we walk side-by-side their
shoulders brush mine, their pace matches my own and when they slip their
ever-growing hands into mine, it is a gift, an intimate connection, a steadying of the heart.
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This was very simply and beautifully written. Like!
ReplyDeletethanks, ladies!
ReplyDeletetwo weekends ago C and B went on a cub scout camp out. i got to hang out a lot with mr. T. my heart just swooned. i often find myself tearing up because they aren't teeny tiny anymore. i was so thankful for the quiet moments with my lovely young man to get to hear him talk about where he is going, his dreams and goals.
ReplyDeletehow about looking eye to eye (or almost) ... i'm not ready ... he hee!