Grip

A friend has started signing his emails, "In His Grip".

A favourite thrill was swinging in the grip of my Mum and Dad's hands as we walked. I felt like I had seven league boots. I remember that by the time I really appreciated it, I had grown too tall to be able to swing as high as I wanted. It was never quite the same.

If there's anything I want my kids to know beyond unconditional love, it's that security. To feel a grip that won't let go, until they're ready.