Many years were spent cooking, cleaning, cuddling and
correcting: my mother’s hands, busy hands, happy hands.
During one of the times that I was her caregiver she caught
me taking pictures of her hands. She said in her weak voice which she thought
was loud and still firm “Linda Sue what are you doing?” I told her that her
hands were beautiful, that I had always thought so, and that as much as I enjoyed
taking pictures that I did not recall ever seeing them idle and was taking
pictures of them now. She then smiled up
at me and said “Okay Lin”.
In that one sweet moment shared between mother and
daughter she went from questioning my actions as her daughter “Linda Sue” to
accepting and calming to her daughter “Lin”. I wish that I knew how to post those pictures of
her lovely hands here for all to see. Two
months later those precious hands were forever stilled with her passing.
Blessed am I to have been touched by that most precious pair of hands.
A few months later I received a compliment that truly
warmed my hurting heart. This person
said “You have hands just like your mother”.
Wow, just wow!
Thank you dear God for this unexpected gift that could
only come from you.
Memories.
