These hands, I've watced go from 2 small fists, with fingers turning white from the pressure of being crammed together in the tightest little ball. To hands trying to figure out to work, to being admired, to moving around in crazy movements. Now they are thands that grab, pull, push hands that can be used to feed to feed herself, to hold her cup, to hold something hard to chew on, to help ease the pain of teeth coming in. They are hands that grab at toys to play with, to throw, they are hands that try to grab cats ears, and tails, hands that reach for dogs paws, hands that help move around on the floor... they are hands that reach for my face, they are hands learning to wave "buh-bye". They are teaching tools, they are the hands that reach for me, when she is tired, unhappy, or wants to cuddle. They may be tiny, they may at times pinch me, and pull parts of me that just cant be pulled (or atleast shouldnt be pulled) but those hands are her greatest teacher. She will learn so much more with those 2 tiny hands, she will feed herself, tie her shoes, write, draw, play, one day hold hands with her first love, they are the hands that will wipe tears from broken hearts, they will hug, those are the hands that will hold her first child, they will do and see so much with her then i ever will. They may be tiny, but they are huge in her world.
