Holding hands

My son is 16.

When he was an infant in my arms, I showed him off to one of my husband’s co-workers. Her son was 16 at the time.

Teary-eyed she told me she had realized the other day that he doesn’t hold her hand anymore.

“I wish I had known, that last time, that it was the last time,” she said.

This haunted me.

When my son was old enough to hold my hand, I ordered, “Warn me before you stop holding my hand.”

Everytime he held my hand he would say, “Don’t worry Mama, this isn’t the last time.”

I just realized the other day, one of those times was a lie.

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4 Responses to “Holding hands”

  1. gunky Says:

    i just asked milo the same thing the other day!

  2. Rhonda Says:

    Oh my gosh, you’re killing me.

  3. roberto Says:

    Tell him that I’m proud of him for growing up and not being a creepy mama’s boy!

  4. Julia Says:

    It’s okay. He stopped holding my hand too.

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