I Love Your Hands, Mommy

Today I am honored to have a guest post written by my blogger friend, Erin Nicholson. Erin blogs over at Momma’s Living Room.  Through her blog, Erin writes on pursuing Jesus in all that we do in our everyday lives, especially in the very important role of being a keeper of the home.

I know that you will be as blessed as I was to read her article, too.

I Love You, Mommy

What is it about three-year olds that melt my heart? My oldest son had been complaining about an itchy knee. I remedied this by spreading some lotion on his knee and promising that it will likely feel better within a few minutes.

As I walked out of his room, I passed by my three-year-old who laid on the couch awaiting a nap. I rubbed the last bit of lotion into my hands and heard him utter those sweet and impactful words, “I love your hands, Mommy.”


A Mother’s Hands

What is it about a mommy’s hands? I’m thirty-one years old and not only can I easily picture my mom’s hands, but some of my favorite memories are simply of her caressing my forehead with those beautiful hands. I think of the moment she laid in the hospital after having brain surgery to remove a large brain aneurysm and I think of those hands, swollen to the point they looked like an overfilled balloon. I think of how soft, yet tough, her skin was as I gently caressed those beautiful hands, praying that God would work a miracle. And he did, but that’s another story.


My sweet boy’s utterance brings me back to our countless snuggle sessions, when I would caress his little hands, committing his soft baby skin to memory. I think of the kisses, the forehead caresses, the feeling of his soft baby head. Even today, at three-years-old, I can’t keep my hands off of his sweet head as I take in the curls in his short hair.


A momma’s hands. What a blessing to find myself comforted by the thought of my own mommy’s hands. What a blessing to see that my son views my hands in much the same way, as a tool to communicate love in a comforting  and meaningful way.


As I pondered the thought of my momma’s hands, I couldn’t help but think of the many ways that Jesus healed people. For some, He would speak a soft word and for others, He would lay His hands on them and they would be healed. Is it by accident that He chose to heal people in a variety of ways? Is it by accident that we, humans, don’t necessarily receive love in exactly the same way as the person next to us?

Lately, I’ve looked at the ministry of my own homemaking and have asked myself, “how can I make my family feel taken care of?” I’ve noticed that my family doesn’t necessarily receive love in the same exact way. Some require a snuggle. Some require some quality time. Some require a gift in the form of a special treat. Some require encouraging words after a particularly rough day. Some require a help completing a task. Each person requires something different.

Blessed Homemaker

How thankful am I that God has positioned me as a caregiver for my family! How thankful am I that God sees my motherhood and wifehood as a ministry and extension of His own hands and feet!


As my own family considers the impact that my hands have made in their lives, I pray that they also consider the impact of His own hands in their lives.


A Mother’s Prayer

I pray that they see their God-given role, not as something to balk at, but as something to look upon with humble joy.


I pray that as they find comfort in my hands, that they would find comfort in His.


I pray that when they look upon my loving face, that they’re reminded of His.


I pray that as I take care of their many needs, that they would come to realize that God takes care of all of their needs.


So I sit here and contemplate my son’s timely and impactful words, “I love your hands, Mommy.” I find myself so humbled by my God-given and valuable position in his life. I find myself overcome with incredible gratitude that God shows Himself to my family through me and this ministry of homemaking.


Psalm 139:13-14

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.


“I love your hands, Mommy.”

If you would like to read more from Erin, here are her links and how you can find her.

6 thoughts on “I Love Your Hands, Mommy

  1. Lovely post. Although I am beyond those early years of motherhood, I love the perspective and grace that both you and your friend display as you fulfill God’s calling for your lives! <3

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