Health & Fitness
My Mother's Hands
A short essay about the life of my Mom's hands, and the hope that I become as strong as her.
My mother’s hands picked tobacco crops when she was younger. My mother’s hands worked in our garden as she grew older. My mother’s hands scolded me when I was bad, held me when I cried, applauded me when I succeeded. My mother’s hands cooked countless meals, cleaned countless messes, wiped countless noses, and cleared countless tears. My mother’s hands have comne together in prayer and have been lifted in praise. My mother’s hands raised to boys and turned them into men. These are a few of the things my mother’s hands have done. This morning I noticed that I have my mother’s hands, and I smiled. I hope my hands are as strong as hers. I love you Mom.