One day, I was holding my daughter's hand and I started mindlessly playing with her calluses. She asked me what I was doing. I said that I was appreciating the little speed bumps on her hand. She laughed and lanughed and then said, "Seriously, Dad, what are you doing?" I replied, "I like them; they're like little badges you earned through hard work."
She recently had her first rips which tore the calluses off of her right hand. Now she makes a point of only holding my right hand with her left. Last night she was holding my hand. She gave me a stern look and said, "Dad, you're not playing with them!" I was cracking up. All I could think is that nobody outside of this sport would be able to appreciate this kind of occurrence.
She recently had her first rips which tore the calluses off of her right hand. Now she makes a point of only holding my right hand with her left. Last night she was holding my hand. She gave me a stern look and said, "Dad, you're not playing with them!" I was cracking up. All I could think is that nobody outside of this sport would be able to appreciate this kind of occurrence.
