So, I walked in to the kids room one night to witness this… hubby and son both asleep, but holding hands…
This visual overwhelmed me beyond words , I just had to click a picture of it!
As parents, We’ve come so far in making bigger homes and providing separate bedrooms (and everything else) for the kids, we sometimes tend to forget that what the kids probably just need is so much simpler, a bedtime story from the parent or a listening ear maybe, or sometimes maybe, just a touch of affection.
This moment also sent my heart back to the time when my sensitive first born , at the age of 5 or 6, wanted her own bunk bed , we got it. But then she insisted we hold her hand until she drifted off to sleep. That gave our arms (and mind) so much stress, we decided to dismantle the bed, and it went from bunk to junk bed in less than a month.
Fast forward 8 or 9 years, my Mad Madhav , who puts up a tough front all day, just needs his dad to recharge his emotions too!
And as time races to tower our kids taller than us, and their schedules busier than ours, my arms now ache to hold them for some more time….
Let’s hold them while we still can…