We ran errands as a family tonight and One, my grown-up five year old, informed me that he didn't want to hold hands anymore. This makes me sad and sentimental but I'm trying to be a good mother. As long as he keeps up and stays close, I told him it was okay. However, there were several times that I instinctually reached for his hand and it disappeared. Like he'd reach to grab my hand and then remember that he was too old now...I was intentionally, purposefully, and methodically brushed off. Not in a rude way, just in a way that says "I'm growing up mom." He's my baby.
I'm a mom of four who likes to craft. I craft for the joy it brings to me and for the joy of giving homemade. Feel free to copy my ideas but not my pictures, and never apologize for giving homemade!(ps. It's something I'm still working on!)