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.