Today we were all walking home from shul. KoD was walking with his two daughters, and my little Chatterbox was holding my hand. The rest of the brood were ambling along at their own pace, doing their own thing, which was cool. My big strapping 14 year old son caught up with me, and for the first time in a long time he held my hand. Now, don’t go thinking I asked him to. I did not. I know that to a 14 year old boy it is so not cool a lot of the time to admit you have a mother, let alone walk next to her in public. I stopped kissing his cheek and hugging him publicly after his barmitzvah. So I was surprised when he put his hand in mine. (That makes it sound like his hand is smaller than mine. He has huge hands, and mine was lost in his!!)
It may have been a simple action, but it meant so much to me. He wasn’t ashamed to be proud of his mother, even in front of his new friends. Actions do speak louder than words.