When I was a kid, my mom always be holding my hands, especially like when we cross the streets. And I remember at the time, I kinda half disliked it, because I always felt like my movements were being too restrictive, like… I feel like I was too close and I wanted to like move around, look at surroundings, trees, squirrels, etc… She was always afraid I’d get lost, or like… god forbid… get hit by a car.

She also tried to hold my older brother’s hand with her other hand, but he of couse was older and felt embarassed by it so he refused.

I sometimes just run off and go ahead of her because I was bored and felt like she walked too slow, and like I wanted to peek inside a store from the glass window, for example, then we get to a crossing, and she grabs my hand again. Now thinking back, that was actually so wholesome. Like it kinda feels safe and secure being held on to closely.

The memories I remembered of this was around when I was 8-12. Any older than that and I think I just got tired of it and embarassed and I refused lol.

My dad never tried to hold my hands… I guess fathers are just different lol.

Did your parents do that? Did you like it?

  • Amnesigenic@lemmy.ml
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    1 day ago

    I was one of those kids that should have been on a leash, but they didn’t have kid leashes back in the 80’s, so mom held my hand to keep me from running into traffic or climbing up every tree. To make it fun so I wouldn’t fight her on it we played a game called “bread n’ butter”, whenever we encountered an obstacle in the sidewalk like a pole or trash can or bench we would simultaneously exclaim the name of the game and split to either side of it. If it was short enough we would hold hands over the top, if not we would let go just long enough to get around it. I absolutely loved the game and never realized I was being manipulated into enjoying being safe. Right around 5-6 years old I got old enough to be trusted with not running into traffic, and also started school and became self-aware about my independence/embarassed at being a “momma’s boy”, so no more hand holding after that.