We held hands on the plane.
I was afraid of the turbulence.
He was afraid of Jaffar (from Aladdin).
He reminded me that I would be okay,
that we would survive the bumps along the way.
I reminded him that what he feared
was not real and could not hurt him.
I watched him, silently wishing we could
hold hands forever. That this little boy
wouldn't grow up and unlace his fingers from mine.
'Keep holding my hand, Mama,'
he looked at me and smiled.
'Mom, this movie isn't really scary,' he said.
I smiled back.