Sonday - My Mother's Hands

Lots of thoughts and images stand out
in our minds when we think of our mothers.

Perhaps it is her smile, her laugh, her style
or the meals she put on the table.

When I think of my mom, I think of her hands.
Not just her hands, but how her hands
have had such an influence on my life.

My mother has been a seamstress since
before I was born.  My childhood memories
are filled with images of her sitting at her
sewing machine, making curtains, or clothes, or
gifts for Christmas.  I couldn't tell
you how many curtains she's sewn
for me over the years, or how many dresses she's made for
myself, my sister and my daughter.
We had handmade Easter dresses,
and handmade Halloween costumes,
and she even made my wedding dress.

I can tell you she taught me to sew,
though I was a slow learner,
and she taught me to macrame,
and she taught me to cross-stitch and
stitch the pleats closed on the curtains she made.

She's helped me paint and wallpaper my homes...
numerous times and my sister's home as well.

In other words,
she's demonstrated love all these years...
with her hands.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom
I Love You
Angie

This beautiful hymn, entitled, "My Mother's Hands"
was written in 1890 by Mrs. M.E. Willson and
is part of a tattered hymn book I own called,
"The Finest of Wheat".
While written about a mother who had passed away,
(and mine is still living), I love the
way the author also shares her remembrance
of her own mother's hands.