Sure the new baby scent (wonder why they don’t make that in those little car dangling trees?) the cute little button noses, the tee-tiny ears, pouty little lips, wondering (and so confused) eyes…those are all cute, but the hands take the cake.
I look at all the tiny bones, joints and muscle and see so much potential. From the first moment that tiny hand grasps my finger with a strength that amazes me, holding on with all their might as if they are drawing security from the basic connection; I wonder about all the things those little hands are going to do in their life.
The first time they grasp a toy that has been out of their reach and the look of amazement at what those little hands can do.
The first time they shakily grasp a cup and learn the joy of independence.
The first time they grab a crayon or a few blocks and learn the art of creativity.
The first time they grasp your hand in public when they feel nervous and learn the calmness of security.
The first time they hold onto another child’s hand and learn the importance of friendship.
The first time that they hold the hand of their first love and learn the world is bigger than their own heart.
The moment that a ring is slipped on their finger and I feel as though I have lost them forever.
The moment that their newborn grasps their own finger and they are amazed by its strength.
The potential of those tiny hands will never fail to amaze me. Knit so perfectly in their creation and wanting to grasp everything in this life. May I always teach them to keep their hands open, even when it means they are letting go of mine.