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 a contributor at CT Women (previously known as Today's Christian Woman where I was a regular contributor as well). I blog monthly at and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, Guideposts, Thriving Family and Creation Illustrated. Cancer made an unwelcome visit in my breast in January 2016, and I am now working on a book about breast reconstruction after having gone through the insane process myself. My incredible husband of 18 years, Corey, is my biggest writing cheerleader and together we are having a ball raising our three growing boys; Carter 15, Owen 14 and Lewis 10.

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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