My family was walking through Home Depot recently, and I felt my daughter’s hand slip into mine. I’ve never really thought much about holding my kids’ hands before. That’s just what moms do. We hold their hands as they’re learning to walk. We hold their hands to cross the street. We hold their hands in a crowded place.
But something about this felt huge. We were simply walking through the store, and she wanted to hold my hand. She’s on the verge of 10, and it was something she chose to do. She wanted to be in my presence. She wanted to be connected to me.
That simple act of holding my hand stood out to me that day, and I take note of it whenever I feel her grasp on to me because I know these days will quickly come to an end. She’s growing up. She’s finding herself and her independence. One day, this will not be the thought that jumps into her mind.
But I will savor these moments when she wants to be right next to me. I will hold her hand a little tighter and a little bit more lovingly. I will pull her close and tell her how much she means to me. I will make sure she knows I’m proud of the wonderful young lady she’s turning into.
When you see a season coming to an end, it’s only natural to try to hold on a little tighter. But that doesn’t stop time. It doesn’t make it slow down. It does make me appreciate the time I have just a little more. It makes me more aware of these beautiful blessings I’ve taken for granted so long. It makes me reflect on the seasons that have come before and look toward what is ahead of me. I will let this sweet girl hold my hand as long as she wants.