I look down at my hands, typing on my keyboard. I’m trying to relax. Trying to let the words flow out through my fingers, through the tapping. I look down at my, 50 something hand again. I see a few spots, bigger than freckles. The are reminiscent of another hand, a familiar hand. My bones are more pronounced and I catch a glimpse of a bluish line that seems to pulse a bit as I type. My fourth finger on my right hand is the giveaway. It is a small, simple band with four small diamonds. My hands are not my hands any longer, they become my Grandma’s hands. I sigh, I tear, remembering her hands, her loving and hard-working hands. I wear the only ring I ever saw on her hand to bring Grandma to mind every single day.
What would she say to me today? The day before I walk the line? Would she be proud? Or would she pretend she didn’t know me and mutter words of disdain that many of us will hear tomorrow? I continue to type, to write and I clearly see her reading all her books in the bay window with the sun shining down.
I hear her say, “Reading is a gift that keeps on giving, Nancy. Fight to keep on reading, fight to keep on learning, fight to keep on….teaching the children.”
I imagine her typically solemn eyes and say to myself. I am fighting for the next generation of children, 34 first graders with only one teacher to teach them. I’m fighting for their right to a quality education with a teacher that has time to sit beside them, listen to them, confer with and laugh with them as they are enjoying Pete the Cat’s latest adventure. I’m walking the line for them. I pray tonight for a miracle. I’m glad my hands look like my Grandma’s now, lined and freckled but still strong and very determined.
PS I wrote this after school today. We all just found out that tomorrow we will walk the line for the children of our community. I would appreciate the prayers of our ‘slicing’ community.
I’ve always loved this song by Bill Withers…I love song lyrics
Used to hand me piece of candy
Picked me up each time I fell
If I get to Heaven
I will look for Grandma’s hands.