Posted by Vi Warkentin on
A special Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers in the world. The words Thank you hardly seem adequate for everything that you have done.
To my own mother, I can never thank you enough for accepting and loving me just as I am.
This is a photo I took a few years ago when my aging mother was incredibly sick and I did not know if this would be the last photo I took of her or not. Luckily for me, she has gotten better and is still here today. It is a photo I enjoy - for me, it tells so many stories - the many gardens she planted and harvested, the many meals she cooked, the clothes she mended and I’m sure the many hours hands spent folded in prayer for the health and safety of her children.
Excerpts from a poem I found called Her Hands capture some of my thoughts about my own mother’s hands.
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.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
- Maggie Pittman
Thank you, Mom. I love you.