Day 9: My Girl's Hands
Today, I stood in the kitchen and watched my girl make brownies for her papa. I watched her measure, pour, beat, scoop... What I love most is the way she steadies the side of the bowl...the way she grips the handle of the mixer. Just the right amount of pressure to keep it all from toppling off the counter. The kind of thing you pick up from watching, but also from repetition. The years of "Can I do it mama? Can I try it mama? Is it my turn mama?" have earned her sure and steady hands in the kitchen.
When I look closely I can see that her hands wear her worries. Her fingers suffer first when she's nervous or uncertain. Test coming up? Big Project? Performance? Confrontation? Difficult conversation? The condition of her fingers is a sure barometer. All that goes away when we're cooking though. I love that the kitchen feels comforting to her. She leaves her worries behind and gets down to the business at hand when she puts on her apron. Today it was working hands and humming tunes...beautiful.