Hand in hand with my teenager, it happens less and less often, but it is all the more pleasant and a truly enjoyable moment.
Writing assignment #26
Mini human
We used to always walk hand in hand. It was sometimes difficult not to have your hands free, but it was so much fun. Those little hands that automatically sought me out. It always felt so wonderfully familiar. Back then it was mainly for safety. That she didn’t suddenly run into the state or completely disappear into the crowd. A great fear for every parent. And at the very beginning it was natural to keep her on her feet, during her unsteady steps. Or when she grabbed my hand and said, “Look, Mom.” Always enjoy that loving touch of that little hand.
Adolescent girl
My little girl suddenly fits my shoes and wears my shirts, so she’s not that little anymore, and my clothes are no longer safe. Every now and then a nice teenage argument, because everything I say is stupid and annoying. And yet, then we’re walking on the street somewhere, while she’s chatting my ear off, then she takes my hand. Of course I let her do her thing and pretend that nothing is wrong. As soon as she realizes it, she quickly pulls her hand away. Apparently the habit of grabbing my hand is still there. And I hope it is a deeply ingrained habit, so that I will still be shaken hands often. Recently, instead of a hand, she gave an arm. Also fine. Again a much more mature way of connecting. Time will tell. I always want to walk hand in hand with my teenager. Or give each other an arm, it doesn’t matter to me, as long as the connection is there. ?
