Hands are for holding.

"Hands are for holding". For hugging, for loving, for touching even. For letting them know you’re there. For letting them know you care. This saying that overwhelms our children at daycare as they learn to play nicely is the same lesson we need to repeat to ourselves every now and then. I know it’s simple but I’ll say it again. "Hands are for holding".

The very same hands that you now use to caress the home of your seed are the very same hands you plotted to use to destroy the fragile home of mine. Imagine getting ahold of those words while doing everthing in your power to protect them. Well, who was protecting me? Who watched over me while I froze whenever you were within 100ft.

At this point I was losing more than just sleep but my , the tables have turned. It’s amazing how you now yearn to get a hold of your legacy. A feeling I remember so clearly. While you watch your little one squirm I hope you never have to learn the fear of hands that were not meant for holding.

With love,

Daph’s nice hands