Well, it took only 4-years for this moment to arrive and I was not prepared for it, but walking my daughter to school she saw a teacher and a couple of her friends and she let go of my hand.
“Take my hand.” I said.
“I don’t want to hold your hand, daddy” was her reply.
“Oh. Is it because your friends might see?”
“I just don’t”, she said.
I’m not going to force her to do anything she does not want to do. She’s getting to be a big girl, so I walked beside her to the school doors, squatted down beside her, gave her a big hug and said, “I love you.”
Not ready for that moment, I have to say.
I remember when my oldest boy did that to me the first time. I protested, and said, “Fine, just give me a hug.”
In front of his friends he refused to, so in a loud voice and a smile on my face – looking at his friends – I said, “Bye sweetheart. I love you!” and I have him the biggest kiss possible.
We all laughed.
Walking home from school, my 2 youngest ran ahead, and I told this story to my oldest.
He said to me; “I’ll hold your hand, daddy”.
… and that was how we walked home.