Growing up With Jared: When the Polish Chips and Fades

Growing up With Jared: When the Polish Chips and Fades: My hands tell a story, I think. You know how you can look at someone's hands and even if their face looks young, it's the hands that give ev...

When the Polish Chips and Fades

My hands tell a story, I think. You know how you can look at someone's hands and even if their face looks young, it's the hands that give evidence of how many years have passed? So, I looked at my hands today. While the world can look at my face and see this cheerful, lighthearted person,  my hands tell a different story. Don't get me wrong; I'm happy, blessed in a multitude of ways, but I would be lying if I said that having a child with special needs was not stressful at times. These last couple of weeks, with the applications and forms that come with  Jared's growing up, have been a little rough, to say the least. And it is my hands, my dry, cuticle shredded hands that are telling a story of their own. So, what do I  do? Yoga? Wine? Continue to chew my nails? No, I think I'll take the wine, and perhaps the yoga. But, I will also look at my children, my husband, all around the table tonight, and I will count my blessings. And for all you other mothers out there? It will be ok; you might just have to get a manicure or two...I guess that wouldn't be so bad now, would it?