Dexterity

I’ve been meaning to write this forever, and tonight the joy in my heart won’t let me skip it anymore. Of course, small candles shine most brightly in darkness so here goes: 

Boy! The dexterity in your fingers, Naa! I’m in awe. I loved watching you develop them. From the random movements that achieved nothing but the smiles on my face to the attempts to pat me purposefully. Then I saw you juggle your bottle in your hand and fumble with picking anything at all. So imagine my heart singing when you finally picked up your own dummy and brought it to your mouth! My word! You learn fast, Naa Ameley, much better than Mama taught you. 

The dexterity in your fingers. Did I tell you how my heart warmed up in all the fuzziness that be when you reached out and dug your hand into my neck ever so fondly to fall asleep. And since then each time you do so I fall in love. 

I can’t say I love you grabbing my lips and twisting it like crazy with your weirdly sharp nails when you’re feeling sleepy. Or that you want to grab the spoon when I’m feeding you a mashed banana and then almost immediately rub your eyes with them…. Urrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh… Naa, the thought alone! Sometimes, I wonder now that you can bring the dummy to your mouth what else are you going to pick up… from the floor!! Ohhh the horror! 

But back to counting my smiles, I’ve loved the way, since birth, you have these classy ways you hold up your hand from time to time. Like a lady about to receive a ring. A movie star flaunting her diamond-studded nails. There’s a class about you that makes me wonder how plan to carry yourself as you grow. 

The dexterity of your fingers. They make me smile. Soon you will write GW and may or may not sketch. You may construct 3D objects with such precision people will wonder how that too can be genetic. You may even play the piano, the guitar,  or type better than Mavis Beacon 😂😂 I knowwww, you won’t know who Mavis Beacon is. And if you cook, the way you slice those onions would make the food absolutely delicious, not to speak of the way your mind and your hands will communicate to create awesome recipes. Or you may do none of these, my dear.  But I know whatever comes from the manipulations of your fingers would be good, beautiful and God-glorifying… and I can’t wait to see it. I’m definitely enjoying the journey… because at this rate, it’s going to be an incredibly beautiful one. 

The dexterity of your fingers, sweet child… how the Lord has blessed me to see this. 

10:16pm 

Monday, 16th May, 2022 || 5 calendar months and 21 days || 1st Baby Diaries