Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Here Are My Hands

A few days ago, Claire was busy making jewelry so that she could earn some money.  When she finished, she said "I want to use what I earned at the nail salon.  Will you take me?"   So off we went.

I spent an hour getting an overdue pedicure while Claire got a set of nails.  When we were done she stood there admiring her hands while I paid the tab -- with her money.  She said "Mom, why don't you ever get your nails done?  I've never seen you with a set of painted nails."  I didn't answer that question.  I just held out my hands.

Enough said.   If I purchased a set of nails, they would be destroyed in about 20 minutes. My hands look like this all the time -- and sometimes there is dirt, from working in the garden, or band aids from a culinary incident.  They may not be beautiful, but they know how to knit a sweater, write a note of thanks, and give a hug to someone they love.

I like them just the way they are.


tomiannie said...

Awesome. Your hands and my hands could definitely be friends.

Bethany @ Organic Enchilada said...

Hands that tell who you are and what you love are the most beautiful kind. Mine say I love biting my nails and neglecting my cuticles. Hmm.

Lyndsay said...

Love it. Have you seen my Mom Hands post?