My mother works full-time assisting teachers at a preschool. As she gets to know the very young children just starting out in life, she says to herself, “What will this boy, this girl do with those little hands?” Children’s curious hands are busy exploring, touching, learning – testing life out. When those hands become adult size, what will they be doing?
My mom tells me how she used to hold my tiny hands and look at me and say, “What are you going to make with your hands?”
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When I sent an RSVP to a bridal shower a while back, little did I know that my life would be in turmoil on Saturday, April 27. As the day got closer, I felt a little panicky about losing a day’s work. But I woke up at 3:30 AM and got enough work done to leave it without any worry or guilt.
It was a very girly day and a welcome change after weeks of being a slob slogging through the house remodeling project. I was not very well put together. My hands are a disaster – rough, chapped, and scraped up. I look tired and haggard, and I swear I’ve aged exponentially in the last few months.
Immediately upon arriving at the party, I was out of my head, away from my misery, and immersed in all things beautiful and happy. The bride was beautiful, absolutely radiant with happiness. It was truly uplifting to experience all the creative ways this diverse and fun group of women feted the bride and lavished her with love and good wishes.
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