These Hands

These handprints in a frame mean more this year than ever.  My son's three year old hands so open to life.  So welcoming to all that lay ahead for him.  Riding a bike, learning to swim, shooting baskets.  Going to school, making the team, meeting a girl.  Going to prom, driving a car, graduating school.

How could I ever know that these hands, these little hands would someday be behind bars?

This Mother's Day, love your babies.  Love your children.  Love your grown up kids.  And grab their hands.  Both of them.  Hold them tight.

This Mother's Day, all I can do is look at this set of handprints.  And remember.

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