My hands are not manicured or delicate. They are in no way attractive but I would like to think they may be my best feature. I am always roughing them up with dirt, tools, glass and twisted metal. They help me transfer a vision or idea into a tangible product. Yet my finest work comes in a more gentle and soft form. They wipe tears and steady steps. They tuck in blankets and bubble up toes...and they hold smaller hands during sweet and soft moments that I treasure every day and will dream about when they are grown. I have my Mother's hands and I'm thankful for that....more so in the way she taught me how to use them. Happy Mother's Day!