I’ll Never Let Go!
I was in a department store and noticed a little girl who was crying, apparently, she was lost. I was about to go over to help when her mother came to dry her tears. I listened while the little girl sobbed and asked her mother why she let her get lost. Her mother reminded the little girl that it was her who had let go of her mother’s hand. The little girl had wanted to explore the store on her own. I wanted to be on my own and act like a “grown-up”. Looking back, I find I always got into more trouble, or I got lost when I strayed too far from my parents’ protective hand. |
It was only as I grew and began to mature that I realized that as long as I held onto my parents’ hand, listened to their guidance and kept close to their watchful eye, these were the times when I felt the safest. My parents were always there when I needed them. During dangerous situations, they would hold onto my hand more tightly. When I fell, it was their hand that would lift me up. As we reflect on our own childhood memories, we can recall numerous times in which we would have been injured, or even killed if our parents had not been holding tightly onto our hands. |