We live in a right handed world. I can’t imagine being left handed. It’s just not fair to you all!! But, watching a lefty basketball player shoot is glorious. Or, a golfer take that swing. Or the way my husband rubs his eyes with that dominant hand of his. I remember hoping one of our kids were left handed. My mom, brother, husband, all left handed. It’s like a secret club they have. All working with this invisible coolness that exudes out of them. They ARE all cool. With their left hands flowing as smooth as our rights, maybe even better.
Miss Marley is a lefty. Perhaps she is truly a righty, determined at birth to be ushered into this coolness of leftyland. She reaches with her left and pinches so tight that thumb and forefinger to pick up a puff to eat. She gets her conquest and tucks it so perfectly under righty. She knows she can hold it there. Unless the slickness of her palm skin, pulled so tight it has no fingerprint, and slides that toy right out of her hold. She tries and tries again, with determination that knows no limits yet. Undeterred by her failures. Her elbow strong and fully mobile. She figures it out. Righty might be her “good” hand as daddy once put it, but lefty is also a sight to see. I think of how one day there may be a wedding ring bestowed upon her finger. I think of how she will be a lefty in a right handed world. She’s in the club of coolness and it already exudes out of her. She holds her tongue out in a mocking manner almost daring you to challenge that perception. No special entry required to this club, just a dominant lefty- which I will never be allowed to be a part of. So I will sit on the sidelines of cool in this right handed world in awe of her every move.
Miss Marley is a lefty. Perhaps she is truly a righty, determined at birth to be ushered into this coolness of leftyland. She reaches with her left and pinches so tight that thumb and forefinger to pick up a puff to eat. She gets her conquest and tucks it so perfectly under righty. She knows she can hold it there. Unless the slickness of her palm skin, pulled so tight it has no fingerprint, and slides that toy right out of her hold. She tries and tries again, with determination that knows no limits yet. Undeterred by her failures. Her elbow strong and fully mobile. She figures it out. Righty might be her “good” hand as daddy once put it, but lefty is also a sight to see. I think of how one day there may be a wedding ring bestowed upon her finger. I think of how she will be a lefty in a right handed world. She’s in the club of coolness and it already exudes out of her. She holds her tongue out in a mocking manner almost daring you to challenge that perception. No special entry required to this club, just a dominant lefty- which I will never be allowed to be a part of. So I will sit on the sidelines of cool in this right handed world in awe of her every move.
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