With Two Hands

Words by Chantea McIntyre
Photography by Alexandria Smith



Sometimes I find myself a tiny bit jealous of moms with two free hands. I mean, I'm always holding a child. I often schedule my day around times I know I will need two hands. Washing my face, for example, is nice to do with two hands. Most other things I can do with one.

I often schedule my day around times I know I will need two hands. Washing my face, for example, is nice to do with two hands. Most other things I can do with one.

But then, most often, I'm instantly reminded how many years I prayed to have enough children to fill my two hands...well, at least both arms. And then I praise God and figure out a way to do that task with one hand. I am seriously getting pretty ambidextrous these days hehe.

I know one day my kids will be big and I'll be able to practice my piano with two hands, craft again with two hands, and wash my face with...two hands. But until then don't laugh at me when my left bicep is super swoll, and I can single handedly thread a needle with my right.