The Hands of a Mother By Aashna Higbee

Being a mom is hard work. Sometimes mothers don't even want to take a step out of bed, but they do. Everyday. Their hands are used for nurture, care, and everything you can imagine. The clothes on peoples back, the food that we are fed, and the comfort and support we are given all stem from one thing, The Hands of a Mother.

Washing the dishes because no one else would.

Making dinner because no one else would, even if it mean dirtying her hands. Cheese is nothing to her.

After working a full-time job, after coming home to a dirty house, she still makes time for herself. Herself meaning, she searches for a way to support her children till her last days.

The drives she takes from point A to point B for her children or her job.

The mug she sips from, and the shoulder of her son that she embraces.

No matter the time she will always be able to look back and remember why she does everything. She looks at the faces of the beings who keep her going.

These are the people who drive a mother insane. These are the people who will always have the opportunity to feel loved and safe. These are the people who have and love The Hands of a Mother.