Holding Hands

Not much tops holding hands.  Seriously, think back to all the times in your life when you’ve held someone’s hand in yours.   There is a reason we teach children to hold hands when crossing streets or  heading out into the world. Holding hands makes us safer, stronger, bigger.  Such a little action but such a mammoth  effect.  For that reason, so many occasions are marked with a handhold.

The first time you held hands with your sweetheart.  The last time you held hands with your grandparent.  Holding the hand of a 285 pound football player as his eyebrow was stitched closed.  Holding the hand of the passenger sitting beside you during a terrifying plane ride.  Holding the hand of a stranger at a peace vigil.

Holding someone’s hand is powerful.  Because holding someone’s hand is a connection with them and with yourself.  And for that, the handholders of this world have the power of the world in the palms of their hands.

My handholders?  It’s a special list.  It includes the obvious folks as well as some you’d never guess and whom I can never name for various reasons.  But it is a pretty special list, and one I’m pleased to say is longer than shorter.  Each handholder has made my life better for having been in my life and connecting with me.

And one of my primary handholders is my Littlest.  The other day I asked him if he knew what my favorite thing in my whole day had been.  His answer?

“Holding hands with me on our walk?”

He was right.

9 thoughts on “Holding Hands

  1. Awesome post. I will never forget holding my son’s hand for the first time. He was in an incubator in the NICU, and for two weeks he’d been too covered in machines and wires for me to do any more than touch the back of his leg. The first time that little hand closed around my finger, I knew everything would be ok. You are so right about the power of holding hands.

    Incidentally, everything did turn out all right, except that he’s now trying to build a death ray in the garage. I told him if I come home and find the cat vaporized, he’s totally grounded, holding hands or no.

    • Ah, that first grip. I still am amazed at how strong my babies were – they’re grip was amazing. Such a wonderful instinct, yes?

      All three of my kids hold my hand, but my Littlest is the best at it. Both the older two seem to feel tethered by my hand but the Littlest? A great handholder. I love when he switches his car/book/DS/granola bar to the other hand and holds his little hand out to me. Makes my heart melt anew.

      May we all have people to hold hands with – forever!

  2. It’s still a highlight of my day, any chance I get to hold my daughter’s hand on the way to school.
    Another hand holding occasion I always remember is the day I got married. No, the hand holding was not with my bride. One of my best friends, who was at the ceremony, had just found out that his father had died back in our home town in our home country. It would have been impossible for him to get there quickly enough, so he came along to the wedding anyway. We walked back from the ceremony to the reception holding hands – which is a bit unusual for the likes of us.

  3. Awww. Now you have me all teary-eyed. For some reason, my 22-year-old son doesn’t hold my hand on walks anymore. Go figure. But at least he will still go for a walk with me occasionally–considering how busy his life is these days, I take it. 🙂

  4. So sweet! I love holding My Dear Ones ‘ hands, such a special bond.
    Glad my little ones don’t find it uncool to hold Mummy’s hand (yet)

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