Holding On Tightly

As I see my children interact, my hope, like every other parent is the comfort of knowing that they have each other. The days that are filled with them fighting over the last orange, or whose turn is it to set the table, grab the vitamin jar, sleep next to me… is goosebump, teeth clenching anxiety at its best – at times. Although, I find myself playing referee more than I’d like, this weekend was a reflection of the love we have instilled in our kids.

Too many sleepless nights I have laid in bed paralyzed by the fear of what will happen when I am gone? The nasty tasting late night, I will not allow you to sleep because I am going to fastpitch every worst case scenario medicine, your way – has me missing Zoom time at 7:00 a.m. Who will hug you, comfort you, tickle you, play with you, and mostly, hold you?!!!

Happy smiles, with a hop, bounce and humming spirit while we walked hand in hand – warmed the North Texas chill off these worrisome bones. I know you will never be alone, although we walked aimlessly together – together is all we know.