I’m not a hand-holder. There was that time in 2003 when Nate and I tried it out for a week. It didn’t take, though. It just didn’t feel natural. We’re just not that kind of couple. We’re the couple who shoots each other looks when we’re stuck behind a slow-moving hand-holding couple on the sidewalk.
But when I exited the subway today, I saw a different hand-hold—the kind that made me feel all warm and maternal. I saw a mom and son do the automatic hand-hold. I immediately fast-forwarded to Theo’s toddler days, when I hold out my hand and he instinctively places his little paw in mine.
Suddenly, hand holding isn’t so annoying.