A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
– From ‘Her Hands’ by Maggie Pittman
6 thoughts on “My Mother's Hands”
I have tears in my eyes…
Me too, Balaka.
I have a lump in my throat. How a simple photograph can bring back loads of memories and emotions!
Her hands…they are with me just now Corinne! She had come to stay with us for a week!
Had she not been here with me while reading this, I am sure it would have been the could burst for me…
One picture…one hand… So meaningful and wonderful <3
What would we do without our mothers!?
Just holding her hand makes me feel so confident, even now, at this age. Although gentle, her hands have the strength to move mountains!