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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.
