This summer I went to Disney with my dance group. (Yes, eventually I will write about that.) I am one of the oldest dancers of the group. Most of the dancers are teenagers and here I am, 34, and definitely not a teenager anymore. It was a little awkward for me but the experience was well worth it. I promised myself that I would enjoy myself since I was kid-free, for some of the trip, and that I didn’t need to act like the mom the whole trip. I have a tendency to do that, as I am sure many of you moms can relate.
I was seated next to my friend, Melissa, who is 10 years younger than I am, on the plane. She had some anxiety due to flying on a plane. I had some as well since it had been several years since I had flown, but I pushed it aside. I told her if she needed me, I was there. And she did need me…at least my hand.
The plane took a couple of dips and she grabbed and squeezed my hand as hard as she could. I couldn’t leave my “momness” behind. It is who I am and who I was born to be. Melissa could sense that and it seemed as though just holding my handmade her feel safe and calm. I made sure that she was ok and talked to her when she needed me, or just let her squeeze my hand if that is what she needed.
After we got off the plane Melissa looked at me and told me that I had mom hands. At first I was like, what the heck?! Then she explained herself. She said that my hands were soft and comforting like a mom’s hands. I helped to calm her down when she needed it most. It made my heart swell.
About a week after I had been home, Paige was being a little whiney after a rather trying day. She curled up on the couch next to me and looked up at me. “Mom I just want to hold your hand.”
Again my heart swelled.
And then this happened.
I melted. She just wanted to hold my hand so that she could fall asleep. That was all.
After Paige went to bed, someone else needed to hold my hand too…
Even the dog can sense it.
Not so long ago, I didn’t want to have children. I was determined that I wasn’t going to be a mom. It just wasn’t for me. Once I met Dave, it all changed. Obviously I couldn’t fight it. I was born to be a mom and I have mom hands. I couldn’t be happier.