Have you ever really looked at a hand? There are so many stories in a single hand. This picture is of my Grandmother's hand. Today my brother, sister, and I went to visit her in the nursing home. I started thinking about how long her nails used to be and all of the beautiful rings she used to wear. Now her hands are bone and skin. Sometimes I look at my own hands and wonder who mine resemble.
Our hands show love and support to others and also a firmness when we mean business. A hand can spank or console. There are so many things that we use our hands for. When we were training Hunter as a puppy I remember not wanting to spank him with my hand because I did not want him to think of my hands as a punishment but only as caring and nurturing. Hands tell your age; they tell stories with the fine lines and wrinkles.
I know my grandmother's hands would have plenty of stories to tell - 2 husbands, 1 son, 3 grandchildren...hard work on a farm....so much in 88 years that her hands represent.
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2 comments:
I really liked this post.
Oh how I miss those hands.
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