Happy Left Hander’s Day!
Woman in the Middle | August 13, 2013August 13th is International Left Hander’s Day! While I am not a lefty myself, my Hubby is and my Nanny was, so I definitely think I need to celebrate!
My grandmother, who we called Nanny, was born back in the day (1910) when they forced you to write with your right hand, even if you showed inclinations to be a leftie. However, she ate left-handed so my Mom always made sure we sat her in the right spot so she didn’t bump elbows with the rest of the family.
My Hubby was born in a more progressive era so he has that arm-curled-around -the-paper way of writing that most left handers adopt. I thought for sure, with a grandmother and a husband who were lefties, that I would give birth to a leftie. Hubby certainly was hoping so. But Eldest Daughter was definitely a rightie. When we had Youngest Daughter and she was old enough to sit in a high chair and pick up Cheerios, she started using her right hand as well. Hubby, in a last desperate bid for a leftie, would push her Cheerios over to the left side of the tray. Youngest would just reach over with her right hand and pick up the Cheerios from there. It made me laugh, being the extreme rightie that I am!
Whether you are a leftie or just know someone who is, I wish you a Happy Left Hander’s Day!
I am a rightie but my sister is a leftie thankfully she only encountered one small minded teacher who tried to get her to use he right hand, I find it amazing that in days gone by being a left handed person was frowned apond I see nothing wrong with being left handed. In fact I hold my knife in my left hand always have
I will have to remind my husband that today was his day! He too is a lefty. He designed our house and the builder was a lefty too, so now all the doorknobs turn the wrong way and the cabinets open from the wrong sides. My Mom was a lefty too. And one of my granddaughters. I am surrounded by alien beings. Love this post.
I am a lefty, and I even belong to a Left-Hander’s Club that has an online newsletter which discusses all things left-handed. I’m a proud lefty because my dad taught me to be. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher had tried to get me to eat with my right hand at a school function that my parents were at also. My dad firmly told her to let me eat with my left hand. Thank you, Dad! I’ll have to tell him that today is Left-Handed Day; I’m sure he’ll love that.
My oldest nephew and my youngest son, they happen to be the oldest and youngest of the cousins, are both lefties. My sister, mom of the lefty nephew, is a teacher and took a class offered on lefties. Two things she remembers from this class. 1) Lefties have no sense of time. 2) They don’t get jokes. Both of these are true for my nephew and my son. haha