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Here’s a little something I hope, someday, the whole world understands…that we all have been created with magic in our hands.

Mothers and their babies feel it from the moment the mother’s eyes upon the newborns linger…when she touches her hand to theirs…and they hold on to her finger.

And for a moment it seems time has paused…the world has stopped its spinning…but the magic passing between them…is only the beginning.

For anytime a mother holds her child’s hand…to comfort…to reassure…
the magic makes them feel safe…makes them feel protected…and secure.

As the children grow a little older…they begin to understand the magic, too…as their mother’s hands help their hands understand what hands can do.

All the fun their hands can have…all the pain they can help alleviate.
all the things their hands can build…all the love they can create.

When the children are no longer children…perhaps when life is grueling
they will visit their mothers and hold their hands whenever their magic needs refueling.

The magic is still there even as the mother’s life is ending…
when on her eyes their eyes will linger…
when they touch their hand to hers…
when she hold on to their finger.

Even when she’s gone…they will remember how she held their hands…how she loved them…how she smiled…for they know all the magic in her hands has been passed down to the child.

And they will pass the magic…to their children…and when they see it in their eyes…
they will smile knowing, as it passes down form generation to generation, 
the magic never dies.

For they have learned throughout the years…they have come to understand
the magic they have shared…that was passed down through her hands…

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