This summer Annessa and I were partners in crime. We went everywhere together (okay, so most of the time we were at the pool - but it was a hot July, right?). Anyway, whenever we would walk from the parking lot to the destination, her little hand would find mine, just like staples find a magnet in my junk drawer. Her little hand fits perfectly in mine.
So, that got me thinking. I certainly don't hold my mom's hand anymore, but I'm sure at one time, I did. When did I stop? Did it break her heart a tiny bit when I become "too grownup" to hold my mom's hand?
I am fearing the day when Annessa declares she can manage the walk from the car to the store without holding my hand. I'm sure that day is coming soon as she has already declared herself fit to pick out her own clothes (thus the overly-accessorized ensembles she struts her stuff in), and buckle her own seat belt (which, actually I don't mind at all, especially since in three months I will be starting the car seat process all over again...).
I guess my point is that I've seen my baby grow into a toddler, then a preschooler, and it has all gone by way too fast. But, the flip side is that the more she grows up, the more I see who God has made her to be. She is intelligent, talkative...., friendly and STUBBORN. She is beautiful in every way.
So for now, I will savor the fact that our hands are like magnets that always find their way to each other. And when the time comes that she is old enough to walk across a parking lot without holding my hand, I will try to smile and realize that as she grows, more good things are coming.
So, that got me thinking. I certainly don't hold my mom's hand anymore, but I'm sure at one time, I did. When did I stop? Did it break her heart a tiny bit when I become "too grownup" to hold my mom's hand?
I am fearing the day when Annessa declares she can manage the walk from the car to the store without holding my hand. I'm sure that day is coming soon as she has already declared herself fit to pick out her own clothes (thus the overly-accessorized ensembles she struts her stuff in), and buckle her own seat belt (which, actually I don't mind at all, especially since in three months I will be starting the car seat process all over again...).
I guess my point is that I've seen my baby grow into a toddler, then a preschooler, and it has all gone by way too fast. But, the flip side is that the more she grows up, the more I see who God has made her to be. She is intelligent, talkative...., friendly and STUBBORN. She is beautiful in every way.
So for now, I will savor the fact that our hands are like magnets that always find their way to each other. And when the time comes that she is old enough to walk across a parking lot without holding my hand, I will try to smile and realize that as she grows, more good things are coming.
