Last week Olivia and I were drawing. “Ring ponds,” she said to me, pointing at my hands.
“Ring ponds?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
“Your knuckles. They look like ponds when a stone goes in.”
Ah, the gift of seeing my aging self through my granddaughter’s eyes. No longer will I see my hands as evidence of time cascading over life’s waterfall. Instead I’ll call to mind “ring ponds,” those infinite circles of wonder, beauty and love — contours of the bond Olivia and I share.
Beautiful!
I love this! 🥰
Olivia’s comment is a beautiful. My grandson told my mother that her hands looked like road maps.
Oh I love that one, too.
Beautiful observation! Love it.
Awwww…….. Love Olivia’s take on your hands. Now I will look at mine also, and see ring ponds!
LOVE this caption! Yes! This is how you do it. Follow me!
Yes! One day I will tell her, may I live so long, the impact her younger self’s observation
brought such delight to so many.
It is wonderful to hear how kids think! Olivia is awfully amazing!!
It is wonderful to hear how kids think.