My Mother's hands

Children and mothers never truly part, they are bound in the beating of each other's heart.
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I sat with my mother for quite a long time today, calming her down and helping her do some more of her knitting. We watched tv and listened to music.
I turned and saw her sitting with her hands in this position and was moved to take a photo of them.

I then thought about all the things her hands have done and from the rare smacks in the days when it was allowed to watching her save a boys life on the beach when he almost drowned when we were on holiday. As an ex nurse she was always being called on by neighbours to come and help with this problem or that crisis.

I so love those hands of hers.