The Stuff of Life

The Hand Holding Mine



Waiting in the lunch line

Adrift in a sea of children

A little boy’s hand

slips unpretentiously into mine.


Back and forth he swings my arm

All the while

Chatting and giggling

With classmates around him.


This moment does not dissolve his heart.

The touch of my hand does not cause his eye to tear.

He is simply a little boy

Staking claim to his mama.


But to me it is more.

Those fingers all wrapped up in mine

I am wholly in love

In this brief moment.


Lost in a world

Where smooth little fingers mesh easily with aging hands

And the expression of a son’s love for his mama

Comes as naturally as laughing with his friends.


A world which

Upon a blink and a breath

Will pass from reality

Into memory.

by Kim Harms (I love my Lewis.)


Author: Kim Harms

I am the wife of a guitar-playing, worship-leading, adventure-loving husband. I am the mother of three incredible sons: two of whom recently surpassed me in height, and one of whom I am going to pretend is still my baby. I am saved by grace; a daughter of the King who was and is and is to come. *** I am a regular contributor at Today’s Christian Woman, a monthly blogger at Inspire a Fire and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul and Guideposts. *** The 500 Dresses ministry that I started with my mom in 2010 is our way of answering the call to serve those in poverty.

3 thoughts on “The Hand Holding Mine

  1. So sweet…

  2. I am just catching up on your blog and I love love love this. Anything that makes me cry instantly is high on my list. Thanks for this poignant glimpse into “little boy” love. I understand it completely.

  3. Thanks Tori! You probably understand it better than I do, since I still have a little boy. But for some reason he just keeps growing 😦

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