Thursday, December 9, 2010
My Father's Hands
As a child, one of my favorite things to do was to hold my daddy's hand. It was strong and calloused and enveloped my pudgy little girl hand. I always felt safe and loved when I held my daddy's hand. Many Sunday morning sermons were back-ground music to my exploration of every nook and cranny of my father's hands. My father's hands were the physical manifestation of love. They spoke love through acts of service to his family and those he felt called to provide for and protect. My father's hands spoke volumes.
As a young woman, I looked at a mans hands before deciding if he was worthy of my time. Lilly white, manicured digits with soft, pink undertones left me with a vague uneasiness that I couldn't quite explain. Strong, calloused, slightly dirty hands with scars and character drew me like a moth to flame. I had to know the man behind the hands!
The man I married, my Slayer of Dragons, has working mans hands. They are strong and rough, but can become velvet in an instant. My husbands hands are the hands of a useful man. They are used to doing. They are used to working. They are the hands of a man that can provide and protect. They are the hands of a Dragon Slayer. And so Sir Knight uses his hands to slay dragons for me every day. His love for his family is made evident through his hands.
I watch my daughters. They love to hold their daddy's hand. They all have spent many a Sunday exploring every nook and cranny of their father's hands. And not so surprisingly, they are drawn to working hands. Just the other day, Maid Elizabeth told me that she loves the hands of a working man. One of the first things she sees when she meets a man is his hands. Are they like her daddy's? Are they strong? Can they protect and provide? Do they speak of love when the lips are silent? She is drawn, as was my mother, as was I, to a mans hands.
My son's hands are strong. He has an iron grip. They are calloused and scarred. They are the hands of a provider and protector. They are the hands of a man. And so the next generation rises to take his place among the men. I believe that my son, just like my husband, will have my father's hands.