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I used to be a cruel and sadistic parent. I was selfish, tired, resentful, and overwhelmed.
My first son learned to walk when he was around nine months old. At about 18 months I figured he had had enough practice and I expected him to walk everywhere he went. When we went to the store he would slowly climb his way out of the car seat, I set him on the ground and expected him to walk to the store. He would start to whine about halfway there, when his little legs struggled to keep up with my full strides. As he plopped himself on the ground crying, “daddy hold me” my frustration would start to boil, I attempted to provide a logical choice, “You can walk, or you can ride in the cart.” However, logic was thrown out the window when I expected an 18 month old to walk the length of a parking lot.
8 years and 3 kids later I was reminded of my cruel and sadistic past. My five year old is high energy and high emotion. By the end of the day he has run his tank dry and seems to have little energy left for any self-care. As we finish reading books he plops himself on the floor and asks, “daddy will you hold me?”
When I scoop him up and carry him to bed I realize that “holding” a child is so much more than bringing that child from point A to point B.
Holding a child is:
Protecting from harm
Softening your heart
Caring for hurts
Seeking to understand
Over the next several months my posts will be discussing questions about “holding” your children. Is it possible to drop a child emotionally while holding him physically? Is it possible to hold a child while not physically touching him? How do fathers hold differently than mothers? What are the consequences of never being held and how can one learn to hold if they never experienced it themselves?
Please join me in the discussion and offer your own reflections or questions about your experience as a parent.