Kim Harms

Life Reconstructed

Middle School Moms and A Poem about a Boy and His Mama

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Tonight begins Middle School Moms group at my house. (I know it’s a terribly creative name isn’t it?) As I sit wondering about the moms I’m going to get to know better and the kids I’m going to have the opportunity to pray for this summer, I am reminded of this poem I wrote a couple years ago.

A poem about a little boy who still lives in the world where holding mama’s hand in public is as natural as giggling with his friends.

I have one boy who holds my hand still, but time moves fast, and middle-schoolers love their mama in ways that generally do not include public displays of affection.

But I love them all so much. I love the little boy who cuddles with me on the couch while we watch The Cosby Show, and I love the big ones who sprawl across the couch and floor watching the NBA finals with me, hollering at the refs when they make a bad call.

The Hand Holding Mine

By: Kim Harms

hands

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

Animatedly chatting

With the classmates surrounding 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.

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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 inspireafire.com 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.

2 thoughts on “Middle School Moms and A Poem about a Boy and His Mama

  1. Awesome, Kim! Your poem makes me cry. So sweet, so true.

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