loving hands

Having declared this our Week-o-Love posting series, I’m finding it difficult to distill just seven love stories to share. Think that’s a good sign. 😉

So, this quiet Saturday morning, I’m hand-picking one (so to speak) from Kate’s and my Skype connections this week. Very simple, very sweet. Of a preschool library session on the verge of being Lily-fied when a new-found, almost-four friend quietly got up, took her hand and helped her regroup on her 2 x 2-foot carpet square. No mom intervention. No words. Just two hands.

But there are a lot of word-workings for “hand”…

  • verb:   place into the hands or custody of
  • noun:   ability
  • noun:   a card player in a game of bridge
  • noun:   a hired laborer on a farm or ranch
  • noun:   a member of the crew of a ship
  • noun:   a position given by its location to the side of an object
  • noun:   a rotating pointer on the face of a timepiece
  • noun:   a round of applause to signify approval
  • noun:   a unit of length equal to 4 inches; used in measuring horses
  • noun:   one of two sides of an issue
  • noun:   physical assistance
  • noun:   something written by hand
  • noun:   terminal part of the forelimb in certain vertebrates (such as kangaroos)
  • noun:   the cards held in a card game by a given player at any given time
  • noun:   the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb

To be honest, I’ve thought a lot and learned a lot about hands in the past few weeks. Of their resilience, having witnessed Mom’s recovery from a carpal tunnel procedure, following wrist surgery, at 90. Of their creativity, having seen an artist friend’s newest work. And of the human hand’s biomechanics, for an orthopedics article. (Did you know that most people have 27 bones in their hand, but some have 29? Or that almost a quarter of your motor cortex–the part of your brain that controls your body’s movement–is devoted to your hand muscles?) http://www.eatonhand.com/hw/facts.htm

With that divine digital connection, you’ve got change at the ready.  To change a lightbulb. To change a diaper. To even change the world.


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