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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.
