I love holding hands. It makes me feel a deep sense of connection, care and belonging. And it’s an action that can say so much.
When I took the hands of my children, I was telling them…
I love you.
You can trust me.
I will keep you safe.
I am your forever mum.
And when they were small, most often they responded so eagerly. They too loved the sense of connection and safety. They would hold on tight as if their life depended on it. And sometimes it did!
Until the days arrive when they wanted to go it alone and holding hands felt like a loss of independence. So, they pushed me away and gradually I learned to let go and they learned to step forward.
It’s the dance of growing up.
But now those boys are men and at times I find myself longing for the days when holding hands said so much and made me feel so deeply.
Now we make do with words and acts of love but the simplicity of holding hands will never be forgotten.
You are so right the act of holding someone’s hand communicates so much, whether it’s to comfort or direct a true connection is made. The other day I visited my sister-in -law, she gave me a hand massage, it was wonderful, I left feeling loved and pampered. It is often the small things in life that bring the most joy.
So true Kelly and something I deeply Connect with. My boys are grown now too and when I remember them
As little boys who loved sitting on my lap etc I sometimes long for those times again. Now they are big strong men who tower over me and the hugs are the biggest thing for me. We are blessed to be their Mummas are we not ! 😘
The simple act of holding hands. Beautiful.
I miss those days too. Xxx