Saturday, December 31, 2005

Hands...




"Let me take a picture of your hands" the young girl begged.

"No way, kid! Why would anyone want a picture of my old, wrinkly hands anyway," she exclaimed, laughing and shaking her head.

"Because, they are beautiful," said the young girl. Silence filled the space between them. The old lady's face turned from amusement to bewilderment.

"Beautiful? They are not beautiful. They are old, wrinkly, pale, and...well, just plain old" she argued stubbornly. But the young girl simply laughed quietly, and shook her head at the old lady, smiling.

"They are beautiful because they are your hands and no one elses. Within their wrinkles and creases, there are many stories.

Since you were formed in your mother's womb, your hands have been your guides for the world. They helped you feel your way around while you grew inside your mother, warm and nestled.

Later, they grasped your mother's breast as you fed. Upon these hands you crawled across the living room floor to the loving embrace of your father while listening to the joyful cheers of your mother. These hands spent many hours inside your mouth, comforting you as your teeth came in.

These hands got scraped and gnarled as you climbed that tree in your back yard and waved at the milkman passing by. Or, remember that time you fell off your bike and scraped your knee? Without your hands, it would have been your face that you scraped.

Because you learned to count, you can also thank these hands for tutoring you tirelessly and endlessly. These hands felt the sweaty anxiety of that first little boy who wanted to hold them at the movie theater, and the passion of many clumsy teenage boys.

It was in these hands that you first held your children, in awe of their miraculous beauty. It was your hands that combed their hair, brushed their teeth and held them lovingly when they cried. With these hands you wiped away the tears and made it all better.

Years later, these hands cared for your ailing mother, showering her with tender loving care in her last few years. With these hands you helped the poor, giving them much needed blankets, clothing and food at the shelter.

Your hands gave many a lonely person a reason to smile when you graced them with a simple wave when no one else would.

You see, your hands are beautiful, because they tell a story. A story that so many of us seem to forget so easily. A story of giving and nurturing and loving that would not have been as possible if it had not been for these hands."

The old lady raised her head and the young girl could see a tear trickling down her face.

"Here," said the old lady as she held her hands out, "I am ready for you to take that picture now."

8 Comments:

Blogger BlueMoon said...

That was beautiful honey!

Hope you have a wonderful New Year!

*HUGE HUG*

22:19  
Blogger Chick With A Gun said...

Thank you very much! It was based on a true event..lol...with my husband's grandmother..and those are her hands too. ;)

You have a very happy new year too!!!

17:10  
Blogger Gypsy said...

G Maaww!! I remeber that in co right!! Omg i miss her ! thank you was a beatiful story and so well written! thank you gave me a huge smile!

hugs

19:58  
Blogger Chick With A Gun said...

Yes, it was in Colorado and yes, it was gggggmmmmaaaawwww...you know, she still asks about you from time to time? lol...Hope you are well.

HUGS

19:36  
Blogger Gypsy said...

give her a huge hug for me 1 love to see her when i visit and no im not well andty for the texts miss ya :)

10:13  
Blogger Chick With A Gun said...

I am sorry to hear you are not well, gypsy. Give me a call if you want to talk about it ok?

HUGE HUGS

19:47  
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