Beautiful Hands
Beautiful Hands This is a true story about something that happened many decades ago. In 1989 my mother was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. My brother (my only sibling) and I made many trips back and forth to various hospitals. One day I was driving and he told me a story about beautiful hands, one that I’ve never forgotten. He said that one Sunday when he was a little boy he was sitting at church beside mom and she took his hand in hers and was looking at it.
“You have beautiful hands,” she said.
He looked at his hands, grubby and small beside her long lovely fingers with her manicured nails.
“I do not have beautiful hands,” he said.
“Oh, yes you do,” she said firmly.
“The things these hands can do are beautiful.” Mom died in July of 1990 but I have thought about her words many times. I shared this story with my friend and she surprised me by giving me a book.
I loved the book but I loved my friend more for remembering. Look what she put inside the book.
Today I was holding one of my granddaughters in my lap and her hand was on top of mine. Immediately I thought about mom and the book my friend had given me. My mom’s hands did so many beautiful things and her faith kept her strong through life and even through her sickness. She touched so many lives and her hands were a blessing to so many, especially me and my brother.
How I loved her beautiful hands!
“The final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.” Anne Frank
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It happens in the blink of an eye, doesn’t it Alissa!
I agree with you!
How sweet! Love this!
I have this picture of my first born who shall be “50” this July, 2019 that when she was a baby I outlined her hand & her foot on a piece of notebook paper & I still have it today. It’s the most important piece of paper I own & I look at it often & then I’ll look at her picture now & ~sigh~!!!
Nothing more precious than those little hands
That is so sweet! I love the last photo so much! Those hands don’t stay little for long. My soon to be 13 year old passed me up in height this summer.
Thank you Sue! I would love that and I subscribed to your blog!
And thank you for visiting, Donna. I appreciate it!
Thank you Carol. I love looking at your blog. You have such an appreciation of the beauty of nature.
Thank you Suzy!
Thanks so much, Rebecca. I appreciate you stopping by and loved your blog today!
Thank you Renee, I loved your blog post today!
Thank so much Lydia. I appreciate it!
Thank you Gail! I really enjoyed your blog today!
I love all elements of the posting. Love and respect of Mother, Appreciation of true caring, and thankfulness of what is really important.
Thank you Steve. I appreciate that!
Thanks, Kate! She was a wonderful mom.
Me too!
Thanks Patrick!
Thank you, love you Joyce!
Love your story of your Mom’s beautiful hands . To a mother her child’s hands are beautiful .<3
What a beautiful story. I so love the quote at the end. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for hosting and I hope that you have a wonderful week.
I love the quote at the end!!!
How I love this story.
What a lovely post what a nice tribute 🙂
Have a lovelytastic week 🙂
Beautiful post.
A beautiful tribute to your mother and she sounds very much like mine. My mother passed away 32 years ago from cancer but she battled right to the end without complaint. I love the story and I have a similar photo with my grandson. It is lovely to connect with you through The Women of Midlife and I’ve linked up. I would also invite you to join a link up I co-host called Midlife Share the Love Party each Wednesday. It is specifically for Over 50 bloggers who write about lifestyle so you would be most welcome. Have a lovely day.
Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond
Gorgeous post. Lovely reminder of your mum.
What a wonderful tribute to your Mom….
What a beautiful post!!!
Precious!
Teresa your story is so touching and true. To your grandchild you have beautiful hands!
Thank you Donna!
What a beautiful remembrance about your mom! Thanks for sharing it with us.