Hands

Aren’t hands interesting? Yes…hands, as in the fingers are attached – hands. To me, hands tell a story. Much like an antique, hands have been so many places and done so many things…they tell a story. Let me be clear, I’m not particularly interested in the perfectly manicured hand but rather just the normal Joe kind of hands. A couple of weeks ago, I began to take a specific interest in my children’s hands.

My babies had the precious and tiny pudgy, perfect little hands. Adam had plump little hands and long fingers but the girls had matching pudgy hands and fingers. Over the years, not sure when, the pudge goes away and the child-like hands develop…still small but that tiny pudge is gone. And then, the hands of an adult emerge. My children are at all different stages of hand-development and this is what prompted this post.
Kee still has the absolutely precious hands of a toddler. Those sweet little hands still look so child-like and innocent. No need for fancy nails or rings. Still happy to play in the mud and make mudpies. Squishy and plump – eat’em up!
Bess has beautiful hands. She’s progressed through those baby years and has elegant hands and fingers. While still childlike, her hands have thinned and her fingers are becomming long and slender. She’s only just started playing the piano but already, I enjoy watching her play. Very graceful.
Rie has the hands of a young lady. Thankfully, she has the great nails of Chad’s side of the family – not mine! Her sweet hands are no longer pudgy and her fingers have grown to the long and slender fingers of a lady. Her hands have short stories to tell even now – her time playing soccer, the countless hours flipping in the gym, playing the flute, dances, and movies…she’s on her way.
And Adam…all grown up now. Pudgy, squishy gone. His hands have started the novel of life. His hands are bigger than Keegan’s face and very helpful around the house. With the extra large veins, his hands look strong and able – much like his dad’s.

What will their hands do in this world? How many times will they reach out to help someone? How many tears will they wipe away? What great food will they bring to their lips? How many babies will they hold? What luggage will they carry to faraway places? What happiness they’ll feel waving a shaker at a ballgame! Will they find apples and oranges to pull from a tree? Will live Christmas trees poke their hands while decorating at Christmas?

Hands do tell a story – think about your life and the adventures you’ve had and will have in the future and how your hands weave that tale.

The busiest time of the year!

From mid November until January, we strap in, hold on, and ride out the craziness. From day-to-day the hustle and bustle do not seem all that overwhelming but when I look back at the blog to see that over a month has passed since I last wrote….well, we’ve been busy.

Thanksgiving was, as always, a wonderful time spent with family. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. It’s simple. It’s completely family oriented and there is no “extra” fluff needed. Just enjoy one another and give thanks. We spent our time visiting and watching the children play. Even though a couple of the children are getting older, and “cooler”, they still dress up like Pilgrims and Indians for the day. The kids choose whether they want to be an Indian or Pilgrim on Thanksgiving Day each year and imagine what it must have been like so long ago. My two youngest were old enough this year to do a little research before the holiday. We found that actually, Thanksgiving food today and that of the first attendees, is very different. We decided that while we wanted to learn all we could about the original time of thanks, we’d like to keep Coco’s table of yummy food just as it has always been.

For the first time in many years, I ventured out on Black Friday. Our oldest daughter decided it was time to start a shopping tradition of heading out early (but not too early) to meet the crowds. We waited until about 7:30 and the crowds weren’t terrible. I think the craziness may have subsided by then? I may not mind this tradition so much if next year will be as easy as this year was – we’ll see.

After a season that started with a parade (which we skipped to stay home and make hot chocolate), holiday parties, another Jingle for Tots race, a church Christmas play, traveling to see family, more holiday parties, gift exchanges, holiday baking, Christmas mints, final exams, decorating, shopping…we have another fabulous Christmas to remember. As busy and crazy as it always is, Christmas memories are always to be cherised. The kids are changing so much and their reactions to the holidays change too. The older children are insistent that we keep to traditions that I never knew they appreciated. The younger girls are still simply in wonder at all of the excitement taking in every morsel of the holiday.

Today, the Christmas decorations are back in the boxes and my house is back in order. I love the decorating and everything about Christmas, albeit too busy. However, on Christmas Day, I struggle with the need to clean it all up and put it away. By Christmas Day, the clutter has been about my house for almost a month and that…is…enough. I read that it’s important to relish the family time on Christmas Day without the need to “clean”. So, for the last two years, I’ve trudged through the wrapping paper, bows, and twisty ties that hold every toy permanently to their boxes on “the day”. We played new board games off and on all day. We had precious friends come to dinner. We took little cat naps. Basically, we reveled in the time together in the glorious mess of Christmas morning at a home of four children and two adults. I’m getting better with this…my head only popped off a time or two. 🙂 Actually, it was a splendid day. Thank you Lord for sharing the celebration of the birth of your Son with us.