I shared this entry on Facebook a few days back, and it seemed to strike a resonance with lots of my readers, so I'm posting it here again.
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When my daughter was a baby, often the only
way she could get to sleep was to hold my pinky, her torch as she
ventured into the dark caverns of sleep. As recently as last year she
still occasionally asked to hold hands at bedtime. Then she stopped. A
big girl. Unafraid. Tonight, quite unexpectedly, after lullabies she
asked again. Her hand filled so much more of mine than it once had. The
room was quiet and dark, as if we alone were tumbling through space. I
felt her grip loosen as she relaxed into sleep. Finally she let go. But I
held on. Just a while longer.
I just realized I have a baby memory of grasping my mom's finger, my own fingers barely reaching around. This brought it back. Sweet memories.
Posted by: lindajones | January 10, 2013 at 06:28 AM