Just like the eyes, hands offer a window into someone’s life through the intricate details of the skin. I am drawn to hands that demonstrate labor and craftsmanship, capture raw feelings, convey affection, and reveal age. As I look at the hands of the elderly, I wonder how many babies they have bathed, how many tears they have wiped, or how many floors they have scrubbed. I long to hold them tight, to transmit all my adoration and respect for life they have lived.
My favorite are my mom’s hands; stubby, strong, smooth, and sprinkled with age dots and burn marks. They hardly rest. Everyday they cook, wash, and hug. They express my mom’s strong opinions, adoration of her grandchildren, and unmatchable ability to take advantage of every beautiful opportunity life presents.
