Head to Toes

It starts before we even think in words. We’re babies in a cradle.

We find our hands and wonder. . . what the heck might these things be? Somehow we see the two hands and soon we learn how to make them move. It’s a little later when we realize they’re attached to us, though.

The party that is our life begins. Our hands symbolize interaction. We wave “hello.” We touch a face, wipe a tear, hand a flower . . . We use our hands to make our ideas into something more than thoughts. Our hands make them real.

In school we learn ways to use our hands.

Ah, but our feet. From the first our feet are further from our head. We have to reach to touch them. We put them in shoes. In some ways, we take them for granted until they’re hurt. They’re in charge of transportation.

We’ve found our feet when we claim our place to stand.

We find our hands in our infancy. It can take a lifetime to find our feet.

My son left for real life today.