Chapped Hands

My Libby has chapped hands.  It's been unseasonably cold here in good ol' Oklahoma!  The wind has been sweeping down the plains ... and the plains have been covered in snow and ice.  I don't mind. I like the white stuff and the way it makes everything look like a Hallmark postcard.  However, it doesn't take away from the fact that my Libby has chapped hands from the cold.

So, at night, I've been rubbing them with coconut oil.  She likes the way it makes them feel and I like the way I feel when I hold her growing hand in mine.  Chapped hands allow me to rub a changing girls knuckles.  I know too well how these are the "precious days" ... the days before they grow up.

Dear young Momma ... look for ways to make the "precious days" count.  Rub chapped hands.  Doctor skinned knee's.  Sooth scraped elbows.  They need Mamma's loving touch ... but you need it more.  The touch reminds you of what you were made for in this moment.  These moments will fade all too fast.  These moments settle deep inside you and will reside within you long after they leave your nest.

Moments will flee all too fast.  Your current frustration, aggravation and complaints will too!  At this moment, don't fight what you think life should look like.  The ONE who set planet earth in motion - today - has planned for you to be right where you are.  Smile.  Hands, knee's and elbows await you!!

loving motherhood,
chrisitna