A Mother's Hands

Happy Mother's Day to all my Mamarific friends.  You know I've got to get a little sappy for M-Day.  This is for us...

As I finished washing the after-dinner dishes, I set down the sponge and unwittingly glanced at my non-manicured, slightly raggedy-looking hands.  They felt rough and in need of some TLC.  When was the last time I had been to the nail salon?  Too long ago to remember.
And then I realized…I don’t get manicures.  Because they last about 4 hours before I’ve chipped a nail and the polish starts to peel.  So, what’s the point?  Someday, when my children are grown, or at least grown enough to not need so many of the services these hands provide, I will get manicures again.
For now, I will ponder all the wondrous things these non-manicured hands do on a daily basis.
Hands that Hold.  As mothers, we literally and figuratively hold our households together.  We are the CEOs, Janitors, Chauffeurs, Chefs and Physician’s Assistants of the helms our hands direct.  We are the strong, yet tender, hands for which our children reach up when they’ve fallen.  We are the hands that wash away the household grime, as well as the hands that stroke our childrens’ foreheads when they have nightmares or fever.
Hands that Wring.  We are the hands that worry and fret, while our husbands rest in perfect slumber next to us at night.  We are the hands that hold the parenting books that we eagerly consult to address the latest problem.  We are the hands that twist with anxiety over our children’s futures, failures, hopes and dreams.
Hands that Prepare.  Meals are put on the table by our hands.  Backpacks are stuffed, lunches are packed and homework is checked by our hands.  We are the hands that usually fold the laundry, empty the dishes and tidy up the chaotic mess that constantly threatens to overtake us.  We are the hands steering the ship.
Hands that Protect.  We are the hands that attempt to catch our children before they fall or block a little head from hitting the corner of the coffee table.  Our hands are the boundaries and barriers between our children and all that threatens to harm them, as much as we can interject them.  A wisely placed hand can reach out at the perfect moment and prevent a scrape, spill or scuffle.
Hands that Heal.  A Mother’s hands have magical healing powers.  Especially coupled with a Hello Kitty or Spiderman Band-Aid.  We are the hands that tend the wounds, apply the balm and massage the ache.  We are the hands that provide comfort and healing to the little people who desperately seek it.  Our hands are instruments of peace in their uncertain worlds.
Hands that Release.  When the Hands of Time apprise us of the perfect moment to let go, our hands release.  We are the hands that gently nudge our children out of our homes and into the world.  Our hands give flight to fledgling little birds learning to fly, and our hands are always there to catch them if they are not ready.  A Mother’s hands are the last point of contact before our little ones fly away.
And this Mother’s Day, I am so thankful to be using my hands in all these different ways.  Someday, they will be back at the nail salon, returning to needlepoint and cooking Chicken Cordon Bleu.  For now, they will be chipped, rough and quite familiar with Chicken Nuggets.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happily linking up with another fantastic Jennifer for her Mother's Day blogCard extravanganza.

Comments

  1. Gorgeous...so many better things than having a manicure, obviously...:)

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  2. This is BEAUTIFUL! I totally love it and am so glad you linked it up!

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    1. Thank you! And thanks for hosting the link up & letting me be a part of it! :)

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  3. lovely.
    giving you a high five with my own ratty and rough non-manicured hands. don't mind that dirt...or, em...it might be peanut butter. or play doh. I'm actually not sure at all :)

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  4. I love this post! I worked as a Dementia Unit Coordinator for many years, and one way to soothe their anxiety was to rub lotion of their hands. While I did, they would tell me stories, and lots of those stories were about their children, or their mothers. Beautiful post. thank you!

    joy!
    Vicky @ sleeping in an unmade bed

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    1. Thank you, Vicky! That is so interesting to hear. So glad you shared that. Going to check out your blog, too!

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  5. Beautiful post, loved it! Happy Mother's Day to you, hopefully you'll take this special day to rest those busy hands!

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  6. Sigh. I love this. Especially the cordon bleu vs. chicken nuggets. So sweet, all of it. My unmanicured hands work hard, too, for my four little creatures. Great post.

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    1. Thanks, Greta! Happy Mother's Day to you! :)

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  7. This is absolutely beautiful. You nailed so many points I love about being a mother and this is a great reminder of how important and worthwhile everything we do with our non-perfect looking nails is! Our hands do so much, I will remember to be grateful and not worry so much about how they look :) Hope you're having a fantastic Mother's Day!

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