Confession

I have a confession to make, I don't like my hands.   I never have really, I think they are too big and not at all delicate and lady-like.  I've always thought they were ugly so I tend to hide them or move them quickly so people can't see them.  Why am I sharing this?  Lately I've been thinking about my hands a lot.  They are rather large for a woman my size, they are almost the same size as my husband's hands and he's 6 feet tall. I used to think that my hands were ugly, but lately I've been seeing them differently.  I have my children to thank for this of course.  When my three year old son holds my hand his hand still feels very small.  If my hands were smaller he would grow up sooner.  If my hands were smaller it would be harder to put my five year old's beautiful, very curly hair into a bun for her ballet.  Then, I wouldn't get her "thank you Mom!" hug.  If my hands were smaller I would have trouble tying my seven year old's bright pink skate laces tight enough for her to score her first goal in her real game as a defense(wo)man.  If my hands were smaller I wouldn't be able to play hide and seek with my baby's favorite spoon.  He loves spoons.  After thinking about this I've decided that my hands are wonderful and I should stop worrying about their size and instead consider all the wonderful things I can give my children with my hands.  Some of these things I was thinking about as I was kneading bread dough, which is another thing I can give them with my hands.  I'm sure that everyone has a thing that they don't like about themselves.  I have several, but I am starting to see that I should have one less.