What’s in a Hand?
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When you hold your child’s hand in yours, you hold so much more than just their hand. You’re holding all their trust in you as well as their hope. And their belief that you can make the world right for them. And you tell them with that simple gesture that the 2 of you are a united force. You will stand together no matter what you meet along the way.
You wonder whether you are truly up to the task. Are they right to place so much trust in you, and all their faith. It seems so daunting to have that asked of you. What about all the things out my control??? What if I can’t change everything???? What if the world won’t be right, what if I can only make it a little better, is that enough???
And then those huge, brown eyes look at you. The eyes that are so deep you could drown in them. The eyes that are so filled with hope, love and trust and just a little bit of a smile, because Mum is there holding her hand.
At that moment, you realise that you have to be up to the task, you have to do what it takes, you have to have the strength for the 2 of you.
She is trusting me and I have to do my best. I have to keep going, no matter how hard or futile it seems. I have to believe in myself for her sake, if nothing else. I have to believe that I can make a difference for her, she is still too young to do it herself. There are some battles she can fight, but not this, she doesn’t really understand the battle, but she knows something is happening.
To my Daisy, I love you and I will fight for you for as long as it takes. I need to see that smile every day, to see your eyes smiling as well as your face. And I will hold your hand for as long as you need me to.
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Oh, my . . .
I understand and relate to this post so much it almost kills me.
There’s an understated beauty in your words, G.
We always want to be everything for our children and to be honest, if you’re “there” 80% of the time, I think you ultimately win.
Having three daughters, I feel this post deeply.
I used to love holding their little hands.
These days their hands are being held by boys wanting to win their affections.
No boy will ever love them as I do.
I’m getting teary writing this.
God, I’m silly.
Beautiful post.
God bless Daisy.
She’s a lucky one.
~m
That was so beautifully written,
So sad and broken, yet uplifting at the same time.
Hugs.
I hope you are ok.
Michael, not silly at all. Wonderful I think. And now you’re making me cry. Being a parent is such an emotional rollercoaster, we just need to hold on to our hats, and hope that our hearts are OK after all the ups and downs.
Thanks Tiff. Its me who should be asking you if you’re ok. We’re fine really, just got a battle on our hands and I know you know what thats like. Ours is vastly different to yours, but a battle no less.
Hugs and prayers, P
I just wanted to tell you how truely wonderful you are. This post is one of the most touching things that I have ever read.
Beautiful words expressing such beautiful thoughts.
Daisy is lucky to have you there fighting in her corner.
Gem
that is just too beautiful and it made me cry too. Children are such treasures and give us so much hope and strength and they never know it. What little I know of you I’d have say I think you are a wonderful mother, strong, wise, caring with a quirky sense of humor. What child could want more? I hope someday your daughter gets to read this and knows how very much she means to you.
Love
Annie
(((hugs))) and fingers crossed for you and Daisy.
What a beautifully worded post… It made me cry too, along with your previous posts about Daisy that I just read. I hope your little girl is doing much better, and her self esteem and confidence is returning.
Hugs
Hello Gem.
I’m Di. I’ve seen you over this past few weeks knocking about like we do. I thought I’d come and say hello and WOW ! I’m so pleased I came in on this piece of writing about being a mum, holding hands and trusting. I love the name Daisy. I don’t know anything about you or Daisy ( yet ). You both sound truly beautiful. I’m a Mum of Two to. Trust Phew !! I’ve broken it a few times, but time healed and trust is back with a vengance. No matter how old your kids are there always gonna need that trust arn’t they,always need that hand and they can give that hand and that trust back to us to can’t they.
This is so beautiful. Thank-you for the feelings
Di
Awww, lovely.
Hugs to you both with your battle.
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i am NOT dusting again if you’re going to keep leaving it deliberately just so i will…
These words are so beautiful and poignant. Hugs to you both for the battle.
Schools have a lot to answer for and considering we entrust our children to them at a tender age we should have confidence they will help our children thrive not make their self esteem crash.I am so sad the teacher victimised and bullied Daisy.
Go Daisy !
I hope you are okay.
You haven’t posted and I’m worried.
Waiting for something new . . . .
Come on, Gem!
~m