Hands

Never underestimate the power of holding hands. I still reach out for my 4th grader each day we walk to school. And gladly she obliges me. But truly, does she need me to hold her hand?

What if I told you, it was me, who needs to hold her hand. To hold on to her. To physically be connected; my little one is growing up so fast.

This week my high school senior received her 8th Varsity letter at the winter Varsity letter awards ceremony. In the auditorium, seeing her among her teammates, I waved. Graciously she walked over. And as she drew near I reached out to her, and held her hands as we talked about her day at school. Soon enough she will be in college. She's ready to let go... the jury is still out on me.