Today is Lefthanders day!
As a lefty this makes me very happy.
According to this site, we have the right to declare the area around us
to be a left-handed zone today.
Yippee! Fortunately for me, my
husband is also a lefty, so our house is already a left-handed zone. I just wish the rest of the world was a
little more lefty friendly. So here’s to
all of the lefties in my life:
My paternal grandfather: He
seems to be the one who got the whole left-handed thing started. He’s the first lefty in the family anyone is
aware of.
My dad: He kept the
left-handedness going. He also adamantly
refused to allow anyone to try to turn me into a right-hander. He put a stop to it when he caught my mom
switching my toys, bottles, etc to my right hand when I was a baby. Because of this he ended up being the person
to teach me how to write, hold silverware, and tie my shoes. No good deed goes unpunished, right?
He also went to my school at the beginning of every year and
told all of my teachers that I was left-handed, and that my being left-handed
wasn’t something that needed to be changed.
He said if they had a problem with that they could take it up with him.
Since my dad sort of looks like an extra from The Godfather no one ever seemed to have a problem with it, except
one very foolish P.E. teacher, but that’s another story for another time.
My husband: They always
say girls marry men like their fathers, so I guess it comes as no surprise that
I married a lefty. There is some debate
as to whether or not my husband actually started off as a lefty. There aren’t many lefties at all in his
family, and he has an impressive scar on his right hand from getting it slammed
in a car door when he was a toddler. So
there’s a theory that he became a lefty while his right hand was healing.
I choose to believe that he’s probably a true lefty, and
just did things right-handed in very early childhood because he was surrounded
by right-handers. The right-hand injury
just gave him the chance to become the lefty he truly is.
Either way, I’m glad he’s a lefty, and that we can arrange
things in our house to suit both of us being left-handed. It’s also fun to find each other left-handed
gifts. We’re also in good company, since
some very interesting historical figures were also left-handed.
So what about you?
Are you a lefty? Are there any
lefties in your life?
