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This edition of Wordful Wednesday is about my youngest daughter Kate and one of the many things that I adore about her.
Kate has always been a very affectionate child. She loved holding hands, snuggling and giving hugs and kisses. When she was a toddler and would give us hugs she would wrap her arms around our neck and give us super gentle pats on the back. Those little pats on the back always melted my heart.
Like most parents, we start off holding our children's hands as they learn how to walk. Then we hold their hands as we walk through busy parking lots to keep them safe. We also hold hands just for the pure connection that holding hands can bring.
As Kate got older I realized that holding her hand would eventually come to an end. With each year I knew the time was getting closer and then just after she turned ten it happened.
We were holding hands as we walked through a parking lot when all of sudden I felt Kate try to gently wiggle her hand free from mine. I looked down at my beautiful ten year old daughter and gave her a knowing look, then I let go of her not so little hand, and the two of us continued into the store side by side.
Lucky for me, holding hands is still an old habit for Kate. She sometimes forgets that holding hands with mom isn't cool and will reach for my hand. For that I am happy, but I know that soon enough, not holding my hand will be her new habit.
I'm going to miss holding her tiny little hand, but I am so thankful for all those years when holding her hand was one of the simple pleasures of life.
Photo story: I took this picture yesterday at the end of our Girl Scout meeting when the girls in my troop link hands and sing "Make New Friends." Kate is in the middle!