Monday, March 4, 2013

Holding Hands

  On occasion the bud will stick out his tiny hand for me to hold...

  and I place it in mine.  It goes by quick because the boy wants to be independent; he wants to do all things by himself.  Then there are times where he is fearful, yet curious, and wants the security of his Mama's hand.  This makes all the tough, exhausting moments of motherhood vanish and it is just us in that memory.  The memory where William wants to check out the ditch behind our fence but he wants to with the security that his hand is being held tight by Mama.

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