Old hands and young hands working together.
It's a lovely image.
It's my grandmother trying to teach her left-handed granddaughter how to knit at age 8.
It's my mother, patiently teaching her daughter to crochet a shawl the summer before freshman year in high school.
It's the 'old hags' at my quilt group teaching me to cut, lay out, sew the strips, turn and pin.
And it's my hand, teaching my own right-handed daughters to crochet, to sew, to knit, to cross-stitch, to bake.
My youngest daughter tells me over and over again how much she loves my hands. The crooked fingers. The pinkies that stand out far more than what is normal from the other four fingers. The veined backs. The simple wedding band.
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