Your hands grab my hair by the roots and make me wince with pain.
Your hands touch my eyebrows as they wonder what they are.
They stroke my cheeks and wipe the tears away.
They grab your willie when I change your diaper.
Your hands lay limp by your side when you fall asleep.
I kiss your hands when you scream with joy.
Your hands are so small yet full of life.
Your hands stretched behind your head as you yawned in the ultrasound.
You use your hands to grab the kitty and you are very gentle.
You take the cat food bowl and turn it upside down with your hands, spilling food on the floor.
I use my hands to scoop it all back up into the bowl, every single time.
You held the big boy bottle with your hands for the first time when you were six months old. I was so proud.
Your hands keep growing every single day.
I love your hands.
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Oh my, they do keep growing. My oldest son’s hands are way bigger than mine now. Man sized and he’s only 13 but I remember when they were tiny little fist I could hold in my palm. I love them just the same but sometimes I really miss those sticky little fingers.
Ah. My baby girl is one and I agree. There is something so mesmerizing about their hands, isn’t there?!!! When I pick her up, she puts her thumb in her mouth and with her other hand, she reaches around and grabs the hair on the back of my head. It’s like my hair is her security blanket. It is the strangest thing, but it is my favorite.
Thanks for your words, expressing the joys of baby hands so beautifully!
It is amazing how we all marvel at the preciousness of little hands. We love the feel of them, the touch of them, the dimples on them, the smell of them and to kiss them. Beautiful post which captures the heart of moms as they look at the hands of their little ones. So glad I visited from FMF this morning!