I am fascinated by my children. Every day they surprise me with a new skill, word or revelation about their world. I suppose it comes in part from not remembering what it was like to be so young, but I am constantly amazed by their simple intelligence and how they view the world in such a pragmatic way. But to be honest, what I find the most enchanting is their hands. These beautiful and soft parts of their body that, though small, look much like they will when they are the hands of an adult. I am amazed by how complete they are, how they look precisely like miniature versions of adult hands with every little finger and wrinkle.
It’s different than many of their other parts and features that change as they get older, their chubby cheeks and thighs, their sweet little bums, bald heads, noses, and round tummies. These are all very much baby parts, cute and cuddly of course, but changing each day as they grow. Their hands are perfection. I’m amazed by them. I spend countless moments holding them, looking at them, in awe.