Five Little Fingers..."The Kissing Hand"

I sit and I stare at the refrigerator, not because I am hungry, but because it is a montage of pictures, drawings and magnets from who knows where. As I sit and I look, I can't help but to stare at the picture of my son's painted handprint. Five little fingers...a reminder of precious cargo. A reminder that I am a Mom and I have a son who loves me dearly. A reminder that someone is watching my every move, listening to my words and watching my actions on a daily basis. In the middle of this handprint is a tiny heart sticker. It's from his first day of Kindergarten. I am taken back to that day... There is a poem attached that reads "It's my first day of school And the "kissing hand" is what we read. It's about a raccoon who did just as his parents said. Like the raccoon's first day at school, I was scared and a little shy. But because of what you said, I was brave and I got by. All through the year, I'll make more things for you. So as I change and I learn, you can see my growth too!" As I look at that tiny handprint of his, I know I am wonderfully blessed. Blessed not only because I am the Mother of this precious child, but because God has given me another day here on this Earth. Another day to love and watch my son grow. Blessed because I have eyes to see him and ears to hear his sweet and precious voice. I am so thankful for those five little fingers. I never knew my heart could love so much. Those five little fingers are going to do wonderful things and I can't wait to watch them unfold before my very eyes. And although that handprint will get bigger and bigger throughout the years, those five fingers will forever be proof of God's handprints in my life.