Thursday, August 29, 2013
But I want that hand
Something happened to today.
I left work a little early to go meet Lily's new teacher at the big drop off your school supplies and ice cream social extravaganza.
As we got out of the car, I had Addie's hand, and I reached for Lily's and...
She. Pulled. Away.
Dagger to my heart, I was a little stunned but I understood...and I kept walking.
I know other kids don't want their mom to hold their hand. I know I didn't as a third grader. But this is my little girl and of course she will never be like that.
Later it happened again walking to the playground. I didn't want to hold her hand for safety. It's just, what we do, when we walk together. I reached more out of absent-mindedness than anything else, but she didn't want to. I told her sorry, for trying a second time. (No means no, mom!) She just looked at me with the tight lipped stare-me-down look she gets when I'm embarrassing her. I asked her if she would still let me kiss her goodbye, and she said yes. I asked her if she ever wanted to hold my hand.
She said yes.
Just not at school.