"She held me like that too, a long time ago," I said to my own little girl sitting on my lap.
"That's Marmie and me. She held you when you were a little girl like me?" Lucy asked.
"Yep, she did," I answered.
"We are friends, Marmie and me," she said as if to end our conversation by stating the obvious, while I stared at those chubby hands rested on hers.
Hands that made many a ham and cheese sandwich because she never cared for peanut butter and jelly so much.
Hands that scrubbed many a kitchen counter, sink and floor so clean you could eat off of them.
Hands that prepared 1324 side dishes for every holiday, because in the end, it is all about the side dishes, especially green bean supreme.
Hands that would go through her "papers" until the wee hours of the morning the night before a big trip, because it was the perfect time to go through the stack that had been sitting there for over a month. Motivation strikes at the craziest moments I guess.
Hands that took thousands of pictures over the years and made 57,000 photo buttons for your school cheerleading squad fundraiser (and listened to cheers ad nauseum in the kitchen).
Hands that French braided hair over and over again, maybe everyday in the summer of 1996 when I worked with kids everyday and was petrified of getting lice.
Hands that made 200 jars of strawberry jam for my favors for my completely do-it-yourself wedding.
Hands that helped me give my chubby baby a bath in the sink when I lived with her in between a big move to a new city.
Hands that have held other peoples hands as they died and that held even tighter to those of the people who loved them.
Hands that are worn, a little tired, and say so much about how to care and love. Hands that know just how to move and create. Hands that have held many a heart. My mother's hands...
What are you holding for your children this Mother's Day? What have your mother's hands held or done for you over the years? We would love to hear your stories in the comments.