The last post I wrote of the many lessons I received during car rides with my dad and how that influenced me to do the same with my children. I thanked my dad in that post not knowing that he would suffer a massive stroke the very next week.
I’ve been a bit preoccupied the last few weeks. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions. Dad made it through but now needs much rehabilitation. He sleeps a lot and since my time with him is best in the early morning before I start my work day at Via-E, I found that the most natural comfort I could give him was to crawl into his hospital bed, hold his hand and talk to him…even if he isn’t awake to listen.
Today I was looking at his hands…they are still much larger than mine. As I tapped and stroke his hand it occurred to me that my hand next to his still showed the time—next to his, mine looked like a child’s. That struck me as I reflected on holding my 14 year old son’s hand just the night before. I was thinking my hands were looking so old next to his and how short we are on time.
Holding hands is such a precious way of saying, “I like you” or “I care about you.” We transfer love, compassion, friendship and time. Perhaps that is why I designed my Alexis dollfriend’s right hand so that it will wrap around a little girl’s finger if she inserts it into Alexis’ palm. If you rotate her lower arm just a bit, you can place another dollfriend’s hand in hers so they too can hold hands.
My goal for you and every person, young and old, who comes to play at Via E is to know that you are loved. Every time you hold a dollfriend’s hand I hope you find joy.
From my heart to yours,