Today I had an injury that required bandaging. I went to get Mom’s first aid kit, even though all that’s left are various bandages and tape, but…

The most treasured of all is her bandage scissors. These date back to her nursing days, perhaps sometime in the 1940s. They were used all through her nursing career and our childhood and now, up to today.

When she passed in 2010, the first aid kit became mine. These scissors are nearly 80 years old and they are as sharp and useful as they ever were.

They remind me of my mom’s hands. They were always ultra clean and soft as a baby’s bottom. With those hands she scrubbed our scrapes and cuts without mercy. Then she would bandage us up with such love that we soon quit our crying.

Always present were Mom’s bandage scissors whenever needed. Today I was thankful for them once again. I’m sure they’ll endure another 100 years.