by teresa
Sunday my preteen son stroked my hand while we were praying in church.
I don't think he even realized he had done it.
We were holding hands praying and he ran his finger along my hand so tenderly.
Kinda like I remember doing while holding the hands of my children when they were toddlers.
To let them know I'm there. A silent little I love you.
It was such a simple gesture....but it melted my heart and left me wishing he would stop growing up so fast.
When he realized I was staring up (he past me in height long ago) smiling at him...he let go.
*sigh*
"While we try to teach our children all about life....our children teach us what life is all about".
2 comments:
They do grow up way too fast. Tender moments like this are God's way of bringing joy to a mother of a preteen. It's apparent that your kids love you (and Chris) so much.
Nick is so precious. I love it when he kisses me and says "I love you Nanny." I hope that NEVER changes.
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