When my kids were little holding hands seemed so natural. I didn’t want them running off in public and getting lost and they felt safer close by in crowds.
But nothing lasts forever and as they grow up the times that we hold hands has become fewer and fewer. There comes a time when they feel more independent and they want to branch out or they are with their friends and boys don’t hold hands with their mom in front of their friends any more.
As a mom you know in your heart these are all good signs that they are growing up but there is always that small part of your heart that knows that they are growing up and don’t quite need you in the same way any more.
Last weekend we were in church and we were coming to the point when we hold hands and pray. Now we have been doing this for years and for the last several years my younger son has been willing but the soon to be teenager sometimes refuses. Most of the time he lets me hold his fist. Moms can’t get too picky! When he is in a “mood” and doesn’t want me to even hold his fist I generally give him a look like “REALLY” in disgust and let it go for that weekend. I figure it is a phase and I will go with it. I try not to make a big deal about it because I find that phases come and go a lot quicker if you don’t put to much attention on them.
This particular weekend I was daydreaming. Yes, I admit my mind was not paying attention to where we were in the service. I was thinking about my life and all the things that are going on. When suddenly I felt my soon to be teenage son’s arm push up against mine. My mind went zooming back to reality and realized that we were about to get to the point of holding hands.
I stopped for a minute and looked at him because this was amazing. After all these years, every weekend I attempt to hold hands with him during the prayer part not knowing what his response is going to be but keep doing it any ways. At this moment I realized he has been paying attention and he wants me to hold hands or fists with him. He just gives me a hard time because he doesn’t want me to think he likes it but he expects it and when I wasn’t paying attention he was. 🙂
I thought to myself, “See, most of the time I wonder why I even try when I am up against resistance. But here is the proof that a mother should never give up because they really are paying attention. It is their job to try and wear us down but the proof is in the hand holding. They do want to be a part of things. But there is some hormone or something in them that makes them feel like they aren’t suppose to show the outside world that they care. But deep down inside they do care. They count on us not to give up because they are paying attention, they are learning, they are growing and our jobs are not to stop showing them the way. They eventually get it and mature enough so they feel comfortable doing the things that they are suppose to do.”
So this was my “small moment”. I have been having a lot of them with my kids lately. And I love it! Hope you are enjoying the special people in your lives. Time does seem to go a lot faster as I get older and I don’t want to miss out on any “small moments”. Thanks for allowing me to share them with you. Please feel free to share your moments. I would love to hear about yours too.