When Joe asked to marry me 16 years ago, my aunt gave him a ring that belonged to my grandmother. It was her engagement ring and when she died, she wanted it passed down to me. Our wedding rings were chosen to match it perfectly.
When I got pregnant with Devin my rings didn't fit anymore, and every time I had a child, I couldn't slip them on. I actually had them cut off with my pregnancy with Ivy because they got stuck on my finger. Just a few months ago, I brought the rings in to be repaired and re sized.
When I got them back from the jewelers they were shining and perfect and as I slipped them on, I felt a completeness, and wholeness as I realized that I would never have to take them off again. It was a very moving moment, and the jeweler stared at me as I was frozen in time, looking down at my hand with tears streaming down my face.
Shortly after I got home, I was taking a bath, alone and it was quiet. I was looking at my hand with my beautiful rings and my heart filled with such gratitude for this part of my body. I thought about all the amazing things my hands help me do through the day. Holding my children's hands, prepare nourishing food for them, putting a band-aid on a boo-boo, drawing, cleaning our home, playing music, writing my thoughts about our amazing life.
My hands are my song, my mothering, my creators of so many great things...
My friend Marcelle, game me a lovely Mango, warming hand lotion while we were at Disney World as a gift. I massaged it slowly all over my hands as I thanked them for aiding in my life so much. I gave them each a kiss. Ivy was watching me and she smiled. She looked down and kissed her own hands. She never asked any questions. she simply ran off to play. I know that she learns from all that I do.
Everyday now, I take time to be grateful and give them special care. As I rub them with luxurious lotion, I honor them for their starring role in my Joyful life.