These hands stole my heart

June 27, 2012

One of my favourite memories of No 1 Son being born – apart from the moment when he was placed briefly on my stomach, a screaming ball of fury – is seeing him in the cot next to my hospital bed with a drip on one of his little hands. He’d been in the SCBU with his dad, and then he was brought back to me and we all went up to the ward. He was asleep, but every so often he would knock the side of the cot with his hand. I remember marvelling at his perfect hands (and toes).

And then, that moment when they grip your finger for the first time – or take your hand in theirs when they’re crossing the road.

I have watched those hands hold bottles and all kinds of food (I love how dimpled his hands were when this photo was taken)…









…and toys, and books, and crayons, and pens, and play the piano, hold tennis rackets, balls, the recorder, his fencing sabre, Guitar Hero, proper guitars, and endless computer games, from Gameboy to XBox 360.









And now those hands are much bigger than mine (here they are holding his cousins’ pet hamster on Sunday).

But he’s still my baby.

*This is my entry for the Gallery and the theme this week is ‘hands’.

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  • cakesphotoslife (Angie) July 2, 2012 at 10:03 am

    Such cute photos x

  • achan June 30, 2012 at 2:44 pm

    As their hands get bigger so do the memories we have to hold onto…

  • Mags June 27, 2012 at 8:54 pm

    Aww how lovely!

  • Tattie Weasle June 27, 2012 at 8:02 pm

    Its a great hands story! I loved my boys pudgy hand and I love it when they hold mine a quick squeeze here or ther for comfort courage and just plain joy!

  • Kelly Wiffin June 27, 2012 at 4:20 pm

    So lovely! x

  • Maria June 27, 2012 at 12:34 pm

    That’s so sweet. Has definitely brought more than one tear to my eye: have two boys, and can just see that happening one day…can’t bear not holding their hands anymore 🙁

  • simone June 27, 2012 at 11:00 am

    My daughter, like me has tiny hands. She is going to be taller than me but the hands are not growing. She can fit one year old’s mittens at five years of age. In fact I had to knit her some mittens as I didn’t want her to wear baby mittens and they still fit a year later.

    I am a bit sorry for her as I have small child hands and they might be great for fiddly jobs where you need tiny fingers but crap for certain stuff (some keyboards are terrible for me, rings don’t fit, gloves are too big… eccetera). She learnt to do the buttons up really late and it’s so cute seeing these baby hands doing school girl things.

  • English Mum June 27, 2012 at 10:32 am

    This is lovely Liz. And now I appear to have something in my eye… *sniff sniff*

  • Emma June 27, 2012 at 9:16 am

    Lovely post! You and I have chosen a similar theme 🙂

  • Jenny (@cheetahsinshoes) June 27, 2012 at 9:16 am

    I’m still at the stage where they want to hold my hand – but watching them play the piano at the same time… I shall savour the moment!

  • Jenny Paulin June 27, 2012 at 9:04 am

    I have a ‘thing’ for little hands – so perfect and not yet ruined by the elements. Lovely post x

  • Helen Spencer June 27, 2012 at 8:00 am

    The hands get bigger, the feet seem to grown inexorably, and they won’t let you hold those hands any more, but I always think that that in itself shows just how young and vulnerable they still really are, regardless of size!