We have the exact same hands. Funny what you notice.
I was holding her hand today, and I just thought, what have these mother’s hands done?
Held us all, mixed our feeds, changed our nappies, brought up burps, made our clothes, cooked endless dinners, decorated our home (Dad was useless at wallpapering), grown veg, worked as a dinner lady and in a factory for 20 years, made those cakes and dolls houses, nursed grandchildren and great-grandchildren, given dad his medication, learned to drive at 58...just two hands and a lifetime of work.
After dad died she took up knitting again. She knitted little hats for SCBU babies.
It sounds like I’m making her up. She wasn’t perfect, honest 