Hold My Hand

Yesterday was a first for our house, two boys went to school.  My youngest son, Jacob, started preschool.  The morning went smoothly until it was time to take pictures.  The boys started fighting over who was going to hold the camera.  Jacob decided he didn't want to pose and stand still, he would rather play with his tractor in the dirt.  Yes, moms he did have dirty tennis shoes and shorts.  I was glad that his shorts were kaki, so it wasn't too noticeable. 

Fielding age four, is now an old pro at going to school.  He takes his shoes off (sometimes) and hangs up his back pack, eager to get his day going.  On Jacob's first day, he was proud of his new clothes and "pack back," yet he was nervous and clutched my hand, wanting to hide behind me.  Jacob wanted Daddy to hold his hand when he went to play with the toys.  While he was engrossed in playing with the dinosaurs, we snuck out the door, hoping he didn't cry. 

It is hard to believe how fast time really does go. Sometimes as a parent, I feel like its hard to find a balance and juggle everyone's needs and wants.  I've come to the conclusion that if the dirty dishes aren't in the dishwasher, clothes are left unfolded, still in the dryer, and foot tracks are across the kitchen floor; its really alright.  Its been difficult, but it's really not the end of the world.  Children need to be allowed to play in the dirt and collect worms.  They need to take long bubble baths and splash water on the floor.  They need to be held tight, read to and tucked into bed. Let them hold your hand and hug your neck.  One day, they will want to hurry out the door and meet up with friends. Cherish the moments you have and hold them close to your heart.