We've been doing a fair bit of bowling since school has been out... being that its
free and all. I roll that ball down the lane and sometimes I knock down a few pins... sometimes, not a one. But no matter... when I turn around to head back to my crew, there are a flurry of high fives. In the moment just before my hand meets my daughter's, there is a brief flutter of wonder. When did that happen... when did her hands become a mirror of my own younger hands? After my next unfortunate attempt at knocking down more than three pins, my son greets me with
Good try... and raises up his hand for a gentle high five. I purposefully fix my eyes on his hand, rather than his eyes, because I wonder...
Seems that while I have admired his fingers flying across the ivories, it has been too long since I really saw his hands. No long the chubby hands of my stocky, sweet son... they have thinned out and stretched, just as his whole self has. My heart is unsettled and in awe, but so filled with love.
Every December, when we place the
tiny, felt hand ornaments made for their first Christmas into their growing palms, I am caught up in the emotion of all the Christmases past... but today, I focus on those hands, long and slender and... grown, and I wonder what wonderful things God has in store for them...
9 comments :
how lovingly beautifully you write..
and speak of your adored children!
what a wonderful tribute..
warm sandy hugs..
Loui♥
:)
super sweet Dawn.
You got me again with the water works.
so sweet. they grow up at such lightning speed, I want so much to freeze them in time so often.
He has good things for those hands to hold, I think. :)
Oh!!! Not quite grown yet! But it's bittersweet to observe just how they're maturing, isn't it?
Bless you, sweet Mom!!
I often wonder what my Kiddo's hands will do in the future. Right now his hands are busy with learning to play the bass guitar, AND drums, not to mention piano. All that in between video games and Legos. It's hard to imagine that those still pudgy hands as grown up, but I know from the experience of the past ten years FLYING by that they WILL be grown too quickly.
My husband and I pray often that God will use our kids hands in MIGHTY ways!! Eloquently said!
this is precious and gives me goose bumps!
This makes me cry. I love watching my kids grow and mature, but the momma-heart in me wants to hold those little hands forever.
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