A mother's hands really do mean so much. They are the first things that clasp that little baby as she is laid on your belly. A mother's hands feed, nurture, heal, point to pictures on pages, color and that index finger can be held up in warning when enough is enough. Mother's even have magic hands - when stopping suddenly in a car, a mother will throw her hand out across the passenger to stop any danger.
When she was born, Mary's tiny head could be easily cradled in one hand. My hands held and patted her for hours each night when she had colic. For all the things that I have been pleased to watch my hands do with Mary, last week my hands had a "first". Mary had been in bed for about 30 min when she started crying and screaming for me. I ran upstairs in time to hear her sputter, I held out both of my hands and Mary immediately filled them with throw-up. Ugh. Wash hands, change sheets, clean blankys, clean PJ's, a fresh sippy of water...Ah.
I rocked my scared little girl; my hands rubbing her back to relax her until she fell asleep.
When she was born, Mary's tiny head could be easily cradled in one hand. My hands held and patted her for hours each night when she had colic. For all the things that I have been pleased to watch my hands do with Mary, last week my hands had a "first". Mary had been in bed for about 30 min when she started crying and screaming for me. I ran upstairs in time to hear her sputter, I held out both of my hands and Mary immediately filled them with throw-up. Ugh. Wash hands, change sheets, clean blankys, clean PJ's, a fresh sippy of water...Ah.
I rocked my scared little girl; my hands rubbing her back to relax her until she fell asleep.