The Hands of Time…

iStock_000007090078XSmallThe 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,


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