I am joining in with The Gallery again, this week’s theme is Hands.
The first thing I ever noticed about Small Boy when he finally chose to make an appearance two weeks after his due date, was his HUGE hands, which probably seemed all the more massive in my delirious post giving-birth state. He also had a funny ridge on his head a bit like a dinosaur, but thankfully that had disappeared by the time the morning came.
A couple of years later, his hands became his imaginary friends “Bulgus” and “Dinty”, purveyors of all things naughty, and who played a part in our daily lives for over two years. They turn up less frequently now as he grows ever bigger, and nowadays I am secretly pleased to “see” them when they are around (just don’t tell him that)…
His hands are obviously also of the utmost importance to his stick collecting addiction (prevalent throughout his life so far). His vast stone throwing ability, his tree climbing (which might have been curbed after a minor incident at the weekend – having used his ride-on tractor to stand and reach a suitable climbing branch, the tractor rolled off and he was left hanging like a monkey), his (occasional) sibling-hand holding strategy (so she thinks he’s sweet, and shares things with him), but the very best thing of all – his professional bear-hugging ability, something I wouldn’t be without for all the tea in china.
Anne Frank
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I adore that quote because it is so true.
He sounds like a typical boy using his hands for such fun and mischief and shaking his love for you :) xx
Thank you JennY :) He is indeed a typical boy, and I woudln’t change him for minute! :) xx
These words are just perfect. The quote at the end is very wise. You’ e got me a bit choked up now!
Thanks Trish… Glad you like the quote too, thought it was apt! :) xx
Oh that professional bear-hugging ability, very important.
Thank you! :)
Great quote, I have never heard that before. My third son had ridiculously big hands when he was born too! Funny the things you notice when you have just given birth!
Thanks Nikki. I know, I kept thinking what if he doesn’t “grow into them” and they just get bigger and bigger?…
My daughter had an ever growing stick collection both here and in Australia. I thought she was weird but we are rarely alone in the world when it comes to weirdness! Ann Frank was very wise for her age.
Weirdness can be good… So much more interesting than Normal!! (:
I love that quote at the end! A true lad with his stick collecting and stone throwing. I love that he had imaginary friends in his hands. A brilliant story. :)
Thank you MM! They were quite tricky customers at times, but quite amusing! :)
when small boy’s all grown up, and not so small any more, he’s going to read this one, and want to give his mum another of those professional bear hugs :)
I hope so… Thanks Pia :)
aw, so sweet…it’s probably time for a bear hug right about now i would think! : )
Aw thank you (:
Fantastic picture – and a great quote at the end.
Thank you HM :)
Gorgeous post and powerful quote. Love that your boy’s hands were his imaginary friends, so clever to shift the blame! I have an avid stick-collector too, and find his cast-offs are quite useful for kindling :)
Too blinking clever, little toad :D Thank you :)
What a lovely post and rounded off beautifully with that perfect quote.
Thanks Mary (: x
Lovely post.
My daughter has an imaginary friend called ‘Kid’ who lives in her hand. Glad to hear there are other hand residents out there :)
Kid sounds like he is part of the same gang… Watch out for Bulgus and Dinty in your neighbourhood, I haven’t seen them for a week or two! :)
Great post and photo. Love the quote at the end too. xx
Thank you very much :)