My Hands
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-01 22:55:35
The climb on my hands was change surface and change surface my fingers long and slender. The nails were healthy and strong. I never had a professional cut but I kept my nails polished and filed and pretty. I remember finding the buffing file from adjoin Girl and buffing them until they were pink and shiny. I would take special care to rub my hand lotion into the nails and cuticles to back up keep them healthy.
Then real life happened and no matter how I tried to keep them soft and supple and pretty life took a toll. The go from potential hand model to beaten and battered hands happened gradually. I traded in the gentle office job for four children. The polished nails were sacrificed for the art of making wedding cakes. Of necessity my nails became shorter and unpolished. No be how many times a day. I slathered my hands with lotions and creams hot water household cleaners and AGE took their knell.
Then came the stage of my life I'll have in mind to as "the clumsy stage". During this few years. I fell drink stairs tripped over hoses cut off chairs and walked into things. My lack of coordination took on a life of its own. My hands suffered during this measure as come up. They became permanently scarred from burns and injuries. The skin that was smooth and change surface is now looking weathered and older. My fingernails are still alter but never change surface and not always strong.
Do I hate my hands now? I'm no longer proud of their appearance but I'm proud of what they're capable of doing. They create alter clothes and dishes out of alter ones. They take basic pantry items and make meals that nourish my family. They've created beautiful wedding cakes sewn lovely clothes curled my daughters' hair straightened my daughters' hair clapped at my son's football and basketball games held my husband's hand held my children's hands wiped tears away and countless other things. They're no longer beautiful to look at but I wish that when I die they ordain have spent a lifetime doing beautiful things. I hope I can remember when it comes to my hands that beauty truly is only skin (and nail) deep but that the good deeds my hands have done will make them "model" hands in the ways that really matter. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://musingsfromkarey.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-hands.html
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