Mama's Hands

 Growing up, I remember that my main source of comfort came from my mama's touch. I remember her petting my hair or face and telling me all would be fine. I remember how soft they are, even though they are rough from hard work she has done all her life. I remember just complete peace when my mama held my hand or held me in her arms.
 Although my mama is still around, she is half a world away; but I still find myself on occasions longing for the comfort of her hands. To feel the comfort in a world that is unpredictable, and know that for those brief seconds that all will be okay.
 As I was driving onto post yesterday I looked at my hands, and something hit me out of nowhere; I have my mama's hands. I am now a mama to a wonderful girl, and a baby on the way. My hands now have that same power to comfort, discipline, and give peace. With my comfort, my baby girl knows that everything is okay in her world, and that mama will take care of everything. The responsibility has now passed to me to be the comforter and nurturer; to be the soft, worn hands that help guide a life. 
 Although I miss my mama, and always will when I am not around her... I am grown up now, and it is my time to take that role that she filled so well. They are great shoes to fill, and I pray I can be half the mother that she is. But with all my power, I will do my best to be that rock for my children; teach them the Truth, and hopefully they will know they can always come to me for the same comfort that I got from my own mama for many years.


-Amber