Little, Innocent Hands

Below is a post I had on another site that I visit often, Cafemom. It was posted on 9-12. I've gotten some comments on it so I thought I would put in on the blog. It's a little cheesy, but some of you will understand. :)


Just moments ago I was feeding my 4 month old baby her last bottle on the night...just her and me. After she burped and settled in the crook of my arm she drifted off to sleep. I looked down and put my finger in her little hand. I immediately got emotional. I just sat and thought...Her hands are so innocent. They've never been pinched, never been scrapped, never been hit. Her hands have never wiped away her tears and never been held by a boy who will someday break her heart. They haven't been in the mud, sand or grass. Her hands haven't had a manicure or had a ring put on her finger by the man that won't break her heart. They are just...new and innocent. Soon she;ll be exploring with them and using them to help her crawl. Then she'll be grabbing at everything she can. She'll soon pull stuff down on top of her and eventually her hands will help her stand at the furniture and then help her walk. And I bet at that moment is when I will think back to this night and holding her little hand.
I know this is a cheesy post, but I think I am extra emotional because she will probably be my last little baby. That's the last little hand that I will hold that'll be from me.