This is my mother's hand. It was given to me at birth. It has been 45 years in the making.
My hand is just like hers. The same age spots, the same wrinkles, the same size. My hand is not wrinkly yet, but the position looks like it. I can see my hand looking like this in 25 years.
Just like my mom's.
I've earned this hand. It has held, diapered, comforted, caressed, bathed, and spanked three of my own children and is working on a grandson.
It's gardened, sewed, crocheted, scrubbed, washed, ironed, folded, cleaned, cooked, dusted and created.
It's worked inside and outside, clean jobs and dirty ones.
It's done too many things to list.
This hand has done the same things my mother's has.
Mothers are the same everywhere.