In my family, we talk a lot about physical features. My sister's hands and feet are long and slender; we call them Grandma Edna fingers and toes. My hands are the opposite of hers and I affectionately call them my pirogi fingers. I have Grandma Midge fingers. She was a tiny Polish woman who was pretty fierce in the kitchen, hence the pirogi fingers. To be candid, my ring size is an 8, but I got them upsized so that when my fingers swell I wouldn't feel huge. (Have you ever seen when a woman's rings are strangling her fingers? Not attractive.) It's amazing how these features can define who you are, when I look at my hands I see a hard working woman who was a nurse in WWII and raised 5 girls.
My daughter's hands are beautiful. They're soft and chubby, kind of like mine. She's got a powerful grip, always letting me know that she's doing more than hanging on; she's taking my hand, holding it because she wants to. I wonder if she will have my features? If she will be a powerful woman? Powerful women are awesome, but don't confuse awesome with invincible. Even powerful women need support.
I want to hold my daughter's hand both literally and metaphorically. Her tiny hand in mine. One day, I know that she won't want to hold my hand and that her power will eclipse mine, I am fine with that... Until then, I'm going to give her my hand every single time she wants it. I'm going to pull her up and she's going to guide me through this mother-daughter-thing. So, what I'm trying to say is, look out!, cause here comes another powerful woman; pirogi fingers and all.
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