Missymoo challenge - Mother

When I think of the word mother I never think of myself.

I think about my wee mum. The first memory of my mum is her hands, not her face or how she dressed or what she said, just her hands, picking me up, wiping my face. Isn't that strange.

Anyway this is my hand with my daughter's. She didn't know what her first memory of me was when I asked. But she's still little so maybe I wait 20 years and ask her again.