I can just barely remember what my grandmother's hands looked like when I was a child. Hers were the hands that baked cookies with me, brushed my hair, cooked, cleaned, wrote with such beautiful penmanship, were always ready with a hug, prayed. These are the hands of my mother-in-law, Jason's mother. These are the hands that my children will remember. These hands for them are always gentle, usually busy, always ready for a hug or a dance, strong, and open. In my house, I have a pair of tiny work gloves, well worn, which belonged to Jason when he was a young child. I can imagine that she used as much care to place each finger in the glove with Jason as she did with Tennison. Does she remember what that was like? We so many times miss the moments that become vague memories. These hands hold a rich history and my children get to be part of that. I wonder what memories they will hold of their Grandma DD?
Friday, January 9, 2009
DD's hands
I can just barely remember what my grandmother's hands looked like when I was a child. Hers were the hands that baked cookies with me, brushed my hair, cooked, cleaned, wrote with such beautiful penmanship, were always ready with a hug, prayed. These are the hands of my mother-in-law, Jason's mother. These are the hands that my children will remember. These hands for them are always gentle, usually busy, always ready for a hug or a dance, strong, and open. In my house, I have a pair of tiny work gloves, well worn, which belonged to Jason when he was a young child. I can imagine that she used as much care to place each finger in the glove with Jason as she did with Tennison. Does she remember what that was like? We so many times miss the moments that become vague memories. These hands hold a rich history and my children get to be part of that. I wonder what memories they will hold of their Grandma DD?
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OK... It's official... I CAN NOT read your blog without crying!! Am I really that sappy? Maybe it's just the way you word things... I really love it...
I have been working for two weeks to remember my password so I could comment of this picture---I finally am able again and have the crazy thing written down in MANY places.
Bethany, as I have said before, you are doing such a wonderful job establishing traditions/memories, with your babies. I can remember my "Grannie-rabbits" hands very well. She was always kind and always doing something for one of us with those hands. I hope my Grand-babies will remember my hands with kindness.
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