The absolute best parts of my day are walking Cameron and Grace into daycare. That’s because we’re not doing much of anything except being together. I’m not trying to force them into clothes. They aren’t fighting. I’m not scrambling to prepare a meal. We’re just holding hands and walking.
Holding a big person’s hand is just a simple thing that a little kid does. It’s such an expression of trust.
If anyone out there knows how to bottle this feeling for later, when they are in the midst of teenage angst, please let me know.