while sitting at the dinner table
in a quiet moment
quickly ceased the silence
by rubbing her hands along her leg
and expressing
"~ewwwww~"
"mom,
do you even know
how gross it is
to hold a boys hand~!"
and
of course,
of course,
i thought long and hard on this answer
but
when my answer took to long to reach my lips
i had no choice
but to repeat the only word i felt comfort in
all while trying to force
a non-motherly-not-worried-smile
onto my face
..
"gross???",.. i said
..
..
feeling my voice crack under pressure
knowing even if i had pulled off the look
i still just gave it away
then
she explained
how in gym class
she had to line up boy/girl/boy/girl
and play some sort of
red-rover-red-rover
send so-n-so over
and with that
i feel the blood start to pump again
but she
still rubbing her hands across her legs
as if they contained so many cooties
there was no room left to hold her fork
proceeds to tell me the name
of both boys hands she had to hold
of course, not without blushing
and interjecting a question
"why are there hands so sweaty and.. just ICK!"
what do I say?
..
..
"yeah~ ick.. aren't they???"
..
..
laughter settles the mood
i had survived
then..
my 4 year old.. son
says,..'mom, you like holding my hand, don't you?'
shit, FAILURE, I FAILED!..
" YES!!!"~ I SAY! ~"YES!!!"
"I LOVE YOUR HANDS!!"
then he adds
.."even if I'm sweaty and ick?"
*sigh*
I love that boy.
sweaty and ick and all.
My daughter, she'll love her brothers hands
someday
and other boys sweaty hands?
.. farrrr tooo soooon!
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