imsorry
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My Mothers Hands
Lately I have been thinking about my mothers hands.
She had very fair skin, as do I. I remember the week before she passed away, which was a total shock to all of us, she was sitting in my dining room and I polished her nails. She was looking at our hands together, and she said look how smooth and young your hands look. Your skin is so white. She was 70 and I was 39. Her hands were full of age spots and wrinkles. She said no one had ever polished her nails for her before. I was shocked that in all our years I had never done this for her before. I told her I would do them every week. Little did I know I would never again get the chance.
Next month I will be 50. The other morning I was coming to work on the train, too tired to read my book. I looked down, and there in my lap were my mothers hands. I cant stop thinking about this. I wish I could put our hands together and show her how much like her I have become. I look in the mirror and I see her eyelids. We used to joke that eyeshadow got lost on her. Now it gets lost on me too.
I guess this big birthday looming before me has turned me philosophical lately.
If you are lucky enough to still have your Mom with you, please dont take her for granted. No matter what your differences now, you will surely miss her when she is gone. I would give anything to touch those hands again!
Lately I have been thinking about my mothers hands.
She had very fair skin, as do I. I remember the week before she passed away, which was a total shock to all of us, she was sitting in my dining room and I polished her nails. She was looking at our hands together, and she said look how smooth and young your hands look. Your skin is so white. She was 70 and I was 39. Her hands were full of age spots and wrinkles. She said no one had ever polished her nails for her before. I was shocked that in all our years I had never done this for her before. I told her I would do them every week. Little did I know I would never again get the chance.
Next month I will be 50. The other morning I was coming to work on the train, too tired to read my book. I looked down, and there in my lap were my mothers hands. I cant stop thinking about this. I wish I could put our hands together and show her how much like her I have become. I look in the mirror and I see her eyelids. We used to joke that eyeshadow got lost on her. Now it gets lost on me too.
I guess this big birthday looming before me has turned me philosophical lately.
If you are lucky enough to still have your Mom with you, please dont take her for granted. No matter what your differences now, you will surely miss her when she is gone. I would give anything to touch those hands again!
