UNphotographable
This is a picture I did not take of my hand being held.
I posted our menu plan for January on our refrigerator yesterday afternoon. On the menu for Thursday’s I included our family swim nights along with the meal we would be eating (whether I was cooking that night or we would go to Jalapeno’s Restaurant). Today was Thursday and we were eating at home: homemade carrot soup and sandwiches (hot pastrami sandwiches which we ended up being substituted for grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches). We went to the pool as planned. Hoosier Man met us there as he was coming straight from work. We swam. I swam ½ mile. Hoosier Man swam ½ mile. My sons decided they were going to swim 1 mile. Once I was done with my shower I came out to the pool to see if the boys were still in the pool. Jarrod was already out. Hoosier Man was walking the side of the pool calling out to John to push it as he swam his last laps. John still had three full laps to go to reach 1 mile. Both Hoosier Man and I continued encouraging John to push it, keep kicking, or telling him that he could do it. John finished his swim and barely pulled himself out of the pool. Everyone finished their showers and we walked out into the cool night air to head to our vehicles and head home for dinner. The four of us, exiting the gym after our family swim night. We were talking about our swim, the first one in months and months. Everyone was hurting. Soar muscles. Hoosier Man said he'd be taking Motrin when we get home or he'd be hurting tomorrow. My 5’ 9”, 14-year-old son took my hand as we walked to the van. I just held on back. But I wondered. Was it a thank you mom for posting that menu for the month (which I know both he and his brother love the monthly menu plans)? Was it a thank you for including family swim nights back into our routine? Was it a thank you for encouraging him to finish that one mile? For whatever the reason he held my hand, it was an UNphotographable picture and an unforgettable moment.