I walk along quietly, looking off into the distance and shrouded in my own thoughts. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a small hand slides into mine.
I am always amazed at how nicely it fits.
I feel aglow. My shroud dissolves into the air like a fluttering ember that’s escaped from a fire.
The tender warmth and softness of that little hand brings me back to the moment, reminding me of who I am and how terribly lucky we are.
1 | Trea
I know exactly what you mean … my moment of bliss comes almost every day when I hear a little voice tear me from my sleep saying, “Morgen, Mama!” (“Morning, Mama” in German). That kid makes my day …
2 | Sharon
:) Like this…Love it when my kids take my hand. Nathan still does but Miranda does not. Kinda funny she doesn’t she is only 19. ;)
3 | Mary Lynn
When my daughter was a baby she hated having her hand held. It was amazing how much it bothered me. When she was breastfeeding, I would sometimes try to hold her little hand and she would immediately tear it away from me. This went on until she was at least 18 months old. Then…all of a sudden…she started to take my hand all on her own. Those first few times that she willingly held hands with me? I thought my heart would just burst at the pure joy of it. Now at the age of five, she holds my hand often. But it still feels special to me.
4 | Chantal
Isn’t it amazing the feeling. I can’t even explain it to my childless friends. The ones who ask me if having children is worth is. If it is really worth all the trouble. Moments like this, you can never have those with any other human than your own child. Utterly amazing! True bliss!
5 | BeachMama
I know that feeling and love it. I remember the last time my stepson held my hand. He was a hand holder and he always took my hand no matter what. The last time he took my hand, he may have been 12, I asked if he was tired of holding on, he said, “well yeah, but you like it”. That was the last time for him, I knew he was growing up.
6 | Loukia
Beautiful, isn’t it? Lovely post! I love when I’m walking and holding on to each one of my child’s hands. Best feeling ever!
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