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Sunday, March 27, 2011
My Mother's Hands
I was cleaning out a drawer when I came upon this, a tracing of my mother's hand one of my daughters did. It kind of took my breath away. I remember the day this was drawn like it was yesterday. I don't know what prompted me to date it, but I'm sure glad I did. I'm even happier my mother signed it, "Grandma."
My mom was always a good sport about stuff like this. When my girls were about 2 years old, one of them was bringing her Cheeze-Its crackers made into tiny sandwiches. She would eat it and then my daughter would be gone for a bit and return with another. Pretty soon I heard my mom say, "Wait a minute, what is this stuff in the middle, anyway?" and then she just laughed and laughed.
Turns out my daughter was chewing a cracker, spitting it out onto another one and placing another one on top of that, wha-la, cracker sandwiches!
The thing that really says it all about my mom? She knew how much fun my daughter was having, so she kept right on eating them.
The infamous Cheese-it story. I hope I love my grandkids half as much as she loved us.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet thing to say, and of course you will, she taught you well.
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