06 December 2012

my mother's hands & mine

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this was sort of a blooper picture.
but i really like it because it looks like home.

and photos with hands are so interesting to me. i feel like hands are often where aging starts. whenever she sees me, my mom grabs my hands and rubs them in her own. she says they're youthful, and so soft and so small compared to hers. they're so ordinary to me, but she marvels at them. after all, they came from her. but the hands of a twenty-something seem to exist in an entirely different universe from hers. and i think she's right, that hands do put things in perspective, and it's not by mere chance that we call the tickers on clocks hands -- the hands of time. when i was little, i used to try to scratch off a mole between my left thumb & pointer finger. it seemed so big when i was three, and i didn't understand what it was. now it seems so small to me -- i have to squint my eyes to steal a look. 

11 comments:

  1. This is such a sweet photo. And I know what you mean. It's amazing thinking back and noticing how much we have grown and changed.
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  2. I love this post. I've always said you know if someone truly knows you if they are able to easily pick your hands out of a line up. I could identify all the hands of people I love.

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  3. @jessica wray: that is the sweetest thing.

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  4. My momma does the same thing with my hands when she sees me. I love it. xoxo

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  5. My mom does the same thing!

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  6. This is beautiful! I never think about my hands but they are pretty special aren't they?

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  7. You have an amazing gift with words Bridget, don't lose that. I honestly hadn't spent much time thinking about my hands, but after reading this yesterday I took some time to think about my hands, and the hands of those I love. What I came away with is a renewed appreciation for my family and all the things they've done in their lives, and how some fraction of that has been handed down to me. In my hands I carry their past as well as my own, and one day others will carry my past with them too.

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  8. So beautifully put. Our hands are amazing, aren't they? I love how much love they can communicate. Messengers of care and comfort...

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  9. This is so beautifully written. Really rang home for me- thank you! xo

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  10. This is so beautiful. You should really try your hand (ha! no pun intended) at writing, if you haven't already!

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