CHILDREN
I recently looked down at my hands and realized how
much they've changed. They've aged when I wasn't really
looking. My hands are 40 years old. I used to have such
smooth hands - they are now tan from the sun, but are also
wrinkled from the years.
But they've held so many wonderful things.
When I was a child, I remember playing in the sandbox.
Building wonderful castles out of boxes and legos. Riding
my new bike with the banana seat. Playing jumprope.
Carrying my bookbag to school. Climbing trees and
putting ribbons in my hair. Pushing my siblings on the
backyard swing and using my hairbrush as a microphone
in the mirror. Helping my Mom plant flowers and drawing
out under the oak tree in the backyard. And shucking corn
and eating steamers with my Dad out on the picnic table.
Learning to play instruments. The touch of a piano. The
hand of a boyfriend.
Planting flowers and swimming in the lake. Teaching
others how to play instruments. To express themselves on
stage. To make funny faces at my nieces and nephews.
Holding hands with my husband as we made our vows to
each other. And praying for blessings and for loved ones.
And feeling the kicks of my babies in my tummy. And
finally holding them when they were born.
And today, I touch my daughters' hair and tickle my son's
toes. I hold their hands to play ring around the rosie and
watch them dance while I play piano just for them. Carving
pumpkins, wrapping Christmas presents and tucking the
kids in every night. Clapping and playing peek-a-boo. And
wiping too many tears, and not just my own. I rub my
husband's neck as we drive along country roads and after
long days of work. And my dogs love a good rub from
Mama's eager hands. These hands wash and cuddle and
rub and cook and type. And are able to touch all that I love.
My hands have had a wonderful 40 years. Amazing where
they've been.
I recently looked down at my hands and realized how
much they've changed. They've aged when I wasn't really
looking. My hands are 40 years old. I used to have such
smooth hands - they are now tan from the sun, but are also
wrinkled from the years.
But they've held so many wonderful things.
When I was a child, I remember playing in the sandbox.
Building wonderful castles out of boxes and legos. Riding
my new bike with the banana seat. Playing jumprope.
Carrying my bookbag to school. Climbing trees and
putting ribbons in my hair. Pushing my siblings on the
backyard swing and using my hairbrush as a microphone
in the mirror. Helping my Mom plant flowers and drawing
out under the oak tree in the backyard. And shucking corn
and eating steamers with my Dad out on the picnic table.
Learning to play instruments. The touch of a piano. The
hand of a boyfriend.
Planting flowers and swimming in the lake. Teaching
others how to play instruments. To express themselves on
stage. To make funny faces at my nieces and nephews.
Holding hands with my husband as we made our vows to
each other. And praying for blessings and for loved ones.
And feeling the kicks of my babies in my tummy. And
finally holding them when they were born.
And today, I touch my daughters' hair and tickle my son's
toes. I hold their hands to play ring around the rosie and
watch them dance while I play piano just for them. Carving
pumpkins, wrapping Christmas presents and tucking the
kids in every night. Clapping and playing peek-a-boo. And
wiping too many tears, and not just my own. I rub my
husband's neck as we drive along country roads and after
long days of work. And my dogs love a good rub from
Mama's eager hands. These hands wash and cuddle and
rub and cook and type. And are able to touch all that I love.
My hands have had a wonderful 40 years. Amazing where
they've been.
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