The Hand

November 25

There it is! The shadow of a hand is on my bedroom floor. I scream as only a small boy can. My mother comes running and flicks on the light. I insist the hand was there. My mother turns out the light and sits on my bed. Soon the moonlight reappears on the floor. “Look,” I yell, “There is THE HAND.”

I hear her gasp. My mother saw it too. She turns on the light. I can see a frown then a smile. She removes a cardboard cutout of Pinocchio waving from the wall.

I was blessed by a mother who showed her boy love and compassion and that:

“ she faced each morning with a smile,spoke with wisdom and taught with kindness."
(Proverbs 31:25-26)