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My grandmother’s hands are not very pretty. They are square, rough and somewhat pudgy with short nails. They are the hands of a woman who will do what must be done. She is not a romantic. I don’t think she has ever painted her nails. But those hands made some of the very first dresses I ever wore. They were smocked and lacy and beautifully feminine. My grandmother loves with her hands, with the perfect food she makes and the sweaters she still knits for us. When I look at her hands, I see 70 years of loving and living as hard as she could, the only way she knows.
My mother has ‘forever after’ hands. They are delicate, soft-skinned, the nails shapely and clean. One has to explore my mother’s hands thoroughly to feel the bones. They are sharp, steely, not easily broken. You don’t want to mess with my mother’s hands. You don’t want them to hold them while they feel good only to let go later. My mother’s hands are lucky. Everything she touches gets better. My mother’s hands know when to let go. But they remain outstretched, waiting for you to come back.
My stepmother’s hands never stop. They must drive, cook, balance a phone and write a cheque all at once. Her hands are ever ready to reach out. They rush to straighten a tablecloth, to make a presentation, to console a husband. My stepmother’s hands are dark. Sometimes, they clench when she thinks nobody is looking. My stepmother’s hands will never have it easy, there aren’t always enough people to hold them.
My hands are pale, compared to the rest of my sun-burnt skin. When sitting in the backseat of a car with the boy I like, my hands inch closer to his, hoping....hoping. My fingers click on my phone as I text message...faster than anyone in my family. My hands are always on somebody’s shoulder or massaging somebody’s head. My hands are how I touch people.
So much separates us. Age, divorce, awkwardness, hidden resentments. I imagine all four of us sitting in a huge circle, our hands not touching, but our forefingers linked by invisible threads. Through these tentative bonds, we hand down recipes, wicked wisdom, whispered gossip about relatives. We manipulate and stay connected. Despite the distance and differences, we stay together. You could almost say we're hand in hand.


JaniceW's picture

How touching

I love this portrait of generations of hands – hands that pass on wisdom, love, support and life's experiences. You are indeed connected by invisible threads entwining your hands as you walk your separate journeys. Thank you for sharing this moving testimony to the hands in your life.

brianna.warren's picture

I enjoyed your attention to

I enjoyed your attention to each detail of each of these women. My favorite part is in your description of your mother, saying her hands heal any ailment, and that they know how to let go, but still await the times when you return. Her hands demonstrate just how loving she is, and just how much she loves you.

Ahana's picture

Thank you

Thanks Janice and Brianna :)

mrbeckbeck's picture

What a great story...

I also loved your story! Your writing is so skillful, I felt that I could actually see all these different hands, working, nurturing, connecting. I look forward to reading more of your creative, imaginative work.

Thank you for sharing your personal story of holding hands across generations and great distances.

Scott Beck
World Pulse Online Community Volunteer

Ahana's picture


mrbeckbeck, thank you for your kind words :)

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