10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes
When I worked in early years I used to make hand print pictures with the children in my care with a poem attached,
There used to be so many
Of my finger prints to see
On furniture and walls and things
From sticky, grubby me.
But if you stop and think awhile
You’ll see I’m growing fast
these little moments disappear
You can’t bring back the past.
So here is a small reminder
to keep, not throw away
Of tiny hands and how they looked
to make you smile someday.
This morning, as the sun shone though my patio doors. I noticed lots of little buttery hand prints all over the glass, and it made me think of that poem and as I looked at those smudged fingers I was reminded of how quickly our babies grow.
So instead of rushing to get a cloth and some window cleaner, we got our shoes on and went to the park instead. The housework can wait till tomorrow, for today I’m making memories with my baby.