There was a pretty, 40ish looking lady walking hand in hand with her daughter. What caught my eye was the kid’s age…12 or 13.
Normally a child about to blossom from bloomers into a thong wants nothing to do with her mom who overnight becomes the enemy…yet there they were happy as can be chatting like girlfriends.
Made me reach back to my own preteens having no recollection of such public affection. Actually what I do remember is always walking behind my mom to catch her in case she fell from one too many highballs, if you get my meaning.
12 Step teaches you to look back but not stare at your past so it ceases to rob the present, a noble lesson to learn.
I then saw a couple in their 80s hand holding as they tooled down Fifth, gazing into windows, whispering to one other. How intimate they seemed their white hair glistening…two lofty lights luminous on the avenue.
There’s also a girl at Panera whose boyfriend walks her to work…by the hand. They are both short and round reminding me of two honey buns baked together. My heart opens when I see them so young and clearly in love just by looking at their hands.
I pondered all this hand holding business thinking how personal it is…your hands conducting so much in life…to link them with another set is truly special.
After relating this story to my friend Joanne who said, “Don’t you remember we were all sittin around drinking and one of us asked…what was our favorite thing to do with a man…I said kissing, Camille said, eating before dinner…and you said…
there’s nothing like holding hands.”