The handprint

I can see it on my window while I sit here, thumbs turned right, one tiny pinky a funny long line down the middle. Its been there since forever and I have washed the panes around it already a few times.

Usually I get out the windex as soon as I notice prints on windows, monitors,or mirrors. I suppose its my one oc, (obessesive compulsion) In fact I once took a strangers cell phone and huffed on it then wiped it off. It’s true. When they realized I was only cleaning the phone and they could actually read their text they smiled. Although it seemed well, odd.

But this print comes from my son with Down syndrome. It reminds me everyday that my struggles are never more than I can manage. This is a kid that no matter what he faces in any given day still finds time to give me a big hug and bring a smile to my face.


About roundtuit

I live in a bedroom town outside of Madison Wi when I say bedroom I don't mean sleep though we are booming. I raised eight kids, one overly dramatic weiner-dog two lop eared rabbits and a few irritating goldfish along the way. I've been married to my husband Mark for over thirty one years View all posts by roundtuit

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