Holding Hands with You

Crystal-san is
looking for articles about hands 🙌🙌

Speaking of my
memories related to hands,
it's this article I wrote a year ago.

My daughter's small hand
would
tap-tap
on me,
and it was so warm and
felt so good...
that is my memory.

For me, "hands" are
the "hands" that interact with my children,
the "hands" of parenting.

When my children were small,
I was always
touching them with my hands,
caring for them with my hands,
holding their hands...
literally,
I used my hands for everything.

As they grew older,
we stopped holding hands as often,
I started watching over them without interfering,
and they gradually grew more independent.

Sometimes,
when I gently touch
the backs, shoulders, or heads of my children
who have grown so much,
the warmth of my children
is transmitted to my hands,
and it makes me happy.

I think that
the warmth of my hands
is likely being transmitted to my children as well.

The other day,
my daughter and I
had a small disagreement,
and we were both being prickly toward each other.

I understood what she was saying, but
somehow,
it felt like I couldn't swallow it.

Neither of us could say
"I'm sorry"
or
"I understand."

At that moment,
when it was time to cross the street together,
without either of us saying anything,
we held hands.

My daughter is already in junior high,
and we don't usually hold hands in places like that.
But for some reason, that day,
we held hands naturally.

Our feelings were transmitted through our joined hands,
I almost cried,
and then,
we kept our hands tightly clasped
without letting go for a while,
and that was how we made up.

Holding hands
is wonderful...
It connects our hearts
gently and warmly...

I thought that even with children who have grown quite independent,
it's a nice thing
to try holding hands sometimes.