The subject of our children's hands seems to be something we moms think about a lot. There's this beautiful post by Antique Mommy, and Shannon has such a way with words you wonder if your kids will ever do anything wrrrrrr...
It's these types of posts that made me look up from my chair in the living room the other night, when I heard Mickey say to Pete "...your hand's much bigger than mine..." Then "...match it up, Daddy."
"Match it up" means to put each other's palms together. Of course, Mickey's hand barely covers the palm of Pete's. They're still so small and soft (the latter is being helped along by the dirt pile in our front yard). In just a fleeting thought, I wondered how old Mickey would be when his hand was as big as Pete's. How much will he have accomplished with those hands by that time?
In the coming years I'm sure Mickey will request more match-it-ups. I'm sure I'll also remember the first time he did it and how little his hands looked.
And I'll probably wish I wasn't so anxious for them to match up.