See those little hands? I know you mamas can relate to seeing those little hands. 

Those were the hands of my toddler, reaching for me today as I was taking a quick minute to go to the bathroom. 

Those were the hands reaching to be picked up when I was cooking lunch. 

Those were the hands that grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss early this morning. 

Those were the hands that held mine as we walked into the grocery store. 

Those were the hands that reached under my shirt to my chest for warmth when we were outside in the cold getting the mail.

Those were the hands that pulled mine, leading me to his toys . . . because he wanted mama to play. 

Those hands. Those hands pull and prod and grab and feel. Those hands crave love and comfort. Those hands hate being alone. And today I’m thankful . . . thankful that my hands, my chest, my heart can help fill the ache in his heart for companionship, love, and comfort. Right now I look at those hands and I see innocence. 

But soon, all too soon, those hands are going to change, they’re going to mature, they’re going to begin reaching for different things. 

And I hope those hands never learn to reach for doing more, having more, being more. I hope they never learn to reach for worldly success. I hope they never learn to  strive for acceptance from peers. 

Instead, I hope those hands change and mature into hands that learn to reach up for Jesus, in the same way they used to reach up to mama as a toddler. 

It is there, and only there, that those hands and that heart will find a companion that will give his soul everything he needs. Much better and much more than my mama heart ever could.

Originally published on Messy Footprints

See those little hands? I know you mamas can relate to seeing those little hands. Those were the hands of my toddler,…

Posted by Messy Footprints on Friday, February 1, 2019

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Kaleigh Christensen

Kaleigh is a stay at home mom, wife, and former Kindergarten teacher. In her spare time she loves to write about the things that matter. She shares real and honest vulnerability about the ups and downs of motherhood, marriage, infertility, miscarriage, and just plain life. She loves to inspire others to find the beauty mixed in with the mess of life. To read more of her writings, like her Facebook page, Messy Footprints, @MessyFootprints