Russell caught me and the moon kitten catching a snooze this afternoon...how cute are those paws!! Looking at the pics he took I realised that I now have mum-hands.
Let me epxplain;
I used to stare at both my mother and grandmother's hands for hours during relentlessly boring church services that I did not hear a word of. Instead I was fascinated with the way my mother's hands moved and folded; the way her ring would show off against her skin, the way small veins would pop back up if I gently pushed them in and how my finger tips would feel caressing the silky skin between her finger joints.
My grandmother's hands were delicate and long and her skin powdery soft like crinkled paper. I would softly pinch the skin between my fingers and it would stay there for a few seconds before going back down. Her hands were an endless tapestry of lines and folds that would keep my attention enraptured for ages.
I would constantly compare my young small hands with my mother and my grandmother during these sermons, sometimes even feeling a bit jealous that mine didn't tell stories like theirs did. Looking at my hands now though I know that time has passed and that it is my turn to have my mother's hands. My hands look exactly like hers did in those days. It makes me smile.