Mother’s Hands

By on April 1, 2012

By Nancie Carmichael –

There was a story on Good Morning America this morning on the latest beauty craze—how to make your hands not look like your mother’s hands. It seems you can do all kinds of things to rejuvenate your face, but well, the hands are a dead give-away on your age.

For a mere $14,000 you can have fat taken from your back and injected into your hands, and voila!—cover those wrinkles and unsightly veins that are…yes…reminiscent of dear old mom. If you don’t have an extra $14,000 lying around, there are other procedures in the $1,500 range that can help. (Help the plastic surgery industry, that’s for sure.)

I turned the TV off and stared down at my hands. Sure enough—they’re looking like Mom’s. When my grandma died, I went with my mother to the funeral home. My mother tenderly touched my grandma’s hands and said, “She worked so hard!” My widowed grandmother raised four children without benefit of Social Security in the depression, working two or three jobs—cooking for harvesters, cleaning houses, babysitting. Later, she helped my own mother on our farm in Montana, gardening, doing the laundry. She killed a pheasant once outside our house, and cooked it for dinner.

My mother’s hands in turn cared for her large family of seven children. They also played the violin and guitar and wrote stories late at night. Her hands bathed our babies and made the best huckleberry pie in the world. Her hands wrote thousands of letters to us after we children scattered across the nation and world, making us laugh and get homesick.

My own hands have seen their share of work. As I look at them, they represent countless meals, laundry, cleaning, loving my five children and now my ten grandchildren. They’ve also written books; edited others’ books; played the piano; and dealt with some horrific messes only a mother would admit to cleaning.

So even though I admit to a fleeting flirtation with the idea of recycling back fat, I don’t think I’m going in for major hand rejuvenation. It would be like destroying the finish on a valuable antique, and they tell you on Antiques Roadshow that’s a big no-no. These hands need to quit writing this post now and get to work. Some of our grandchildren are coming for spring break to do snowboarding and there’s a request for clam chowder.

Maybe later, I can work in a manicure.

 

Nancie Carmichael is a speaker and author of several books, including, “Lord, Bless My Child” (with her husband, Bill) “Selah—Time to Stop, Think, and Step into Your Future”, “Surviving One Bad Year—Seven Spiritual Strategies to Lead You to a New Beginning.” Contact her at [email protected] and visit her website, nanciecarmichael.com, or visit her on Facebook.

Nancie Carmichael

About Nancie Carmichael

Nancie Carmichael and her husband Bill have been involved with the writing and publishing field for many years as they published Virtue Magazine and Christian Parenting Magazine. They now own a book publishing company, Deep River Books. Nancie and Bill have written several books together including: Lord, Bless My Child; and Seven Habits of a Healthy Home. Nancie has written: Your life, God’s Home; Desperate for God: How He Meet Us When We Pray; The Comforting Presence of God; Selah: Time to Stop, Think, and Step into your Future; and her latest book, Surviving One Bad Year—Seven Spiritual Strategies to Lead You to a New Beginning. Bill and Nancie make their home in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon and are parents to five married children and grandparents to ten. Nancie received her Master’s of Spiritual Formation from George Fox Evangelical Seminary in 2012, and in 2005, received an Honorary Doctorate in Humane Letters from Western Baptist College. Website: nanciecarmichael.com

One Comment

  1. Amy Layne Litzelman

    April 4, 2012 at 10:33 am

    I love this. More than once I have been brought to tears when I glanced at my mom’s hands during a conversation and realized the years of love that are etched in every scar and wrinkle. Truly, a beauty that cannot be matched.

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Mother’s Hands