I am the oldest of two and my little man is the youngest of our three. Sometimes I have trouble understanding him. He will do things to raise the pulse rate in his siblings (and me) with regularity. My wife reminds me that people look for attention in different ways, I wish he would pick a different way.
He is a very bright young man with an amazing energy. Even though he can really wind me up like a cheap toy, he gives me a gift on a regular basis. Whenever we are walking together he will reach for my hand and I take it and hold on tight. This simple act of holding my hand is a great gift. I think it means (without saying a word) I trust you and love you.
So the next next time your little one, or your wife, reaches for your hand grab it and hold on tight and tell them you love them too.
Oh, crap… you’re going to make my mascara run. That was so lovely!!
@Deb – Wasn’t it though?! I was just telling Scott the other day that he has a real gift for laying down a concise and thoughtful post. I’m really happy he decided to be part of this site.
I’m the third, but more relatable to this post, my husband and son are both the third–and they are the biggest teases. Drives us girls absolutely nuts. But there is nothing quite so sweet as affection from my boy. Good reminder to treasure it.
Too sweet!
My son is not old enough to walk and hold my hand yet, but he makes me feel this way in his own way. He will be hyper as always and when I pick him up he will rest his head against mine and be so calm. It only lasts 10 or 20 seconds, but those few seconds mean more to me than most of the rest of the day…
My oldest daughter loves holding my hand, and I hope she will for years to come. (I think I found you through DadThing.)
I love when my son holds my hand. He asks me if he can hold it when we’re out on our walks, then when we get home, he kisses it like a little gentleman and thanks me for the lovely time. I have no idea where he got that from–his dad’s nowhere close to being that smooth–so it’s just one of those little mysteries.
We need to appreciate those gestures while we can. If we do not latch on to those little hands now, some day we will wish we had. There will come a day when our kids no longer want to hold our hands.
I offen ask my girls(ages 8 and 11) if they will still want to hold my hand ten years from now. They both assure me they will. I don’t usually believe them. I hope they prove me wrong.