It’s time
4 months ago
2/01/2006
When I was a little girl my mother would always make me hold her hand when we walked down the street. I remember wanting her to let me go, to let me be a grown up. When we're children one of the most important moments is when we finally get to cross the street on our own. When it came my time, I placed my little feet close to the edge of the curb and looked both ways to make sure it was safe. When my mother finally gave the go ahead, I carefully placed my foot on the street and began to walk across. When I finally made it to the other side, I waved to my mother and shouted, "Mommy, I did it - all by myself." That day my mother let go of my hand, I wonder if she knew that it was really and ending for her and a whole new beginning for me. When my own daughter places her little hand in mine part of me wants to hold on for dear life...partly so she'll cross the street safely...partly so I will.
Place your hand in mine and walk with me
I'll show you some things I've seen
Some things you'll take with you, tucking them gently inside yourself
Some things you'll lay along side the road while you forge your own path
I'll be here, watching for traffic
When you make it to the other side
Wave to me to let me know you arrived safely
I'll wave back to remind you - I knew you would
Happy HNT 
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Happy HNT!
I just know that cosmic connection when our babies put thier trust and hands , in to ours.
Thanks for sharing.
Tab
ps>I have hands on my blog today !
I see you,
JJ
well I hope you and your baby gurl have a most fantabulous day!!!!!
Great picture, story, and poem!
Happy HNT! :)
Happy HNT!
Happy Belated HNT.