As my oldest child turns 20, I’m holding on to memories of tiny hands Two full decades of parenting — and praying, worrying, guiding, cleaning, crying, laughing, cheering, celebrating — are reflected in those hands. By Tyra Damm 1:30 AM on Jul 17, 2021 CDT Most days I accept an ordinary moment for what it is. But when your first child turns 20, everyday moments become extraordinary. That means that when Cooper and I are in the car, running errands, and I glance in his direction and notice his giant adult hands, I get a little weepy. How could those once-dimpled baby hands belong to a grown person who’s not even a teenager anymore?