Do Fingerprints Grow Back?

Because I have lost a few of mine.




Volunteering at elementary school field day yesterday, I took my self-induced bi-annual challenge to climb the rope.

Remember that thick, splintery rope that dangles from the ceilings of elementary school gyms across the country?  Two years ago, I made it to the top.  A proud moment for me and for my then 2nd grade son.

This year, I did not.

But I’m proud to say, Dad, I did my best.  As evidenced by the fact that I slid down the rope from (sort-of) near the ceiling after my second, chest heaving attempt to make it to the top from the half way point: a strategically placed knot where tired climber may rest.  My hands and arms were shot.  I hung on the whole way down, trying to slow the slide by squeezing my grip harder, thus resulting in the missing fingerprints.

They stung at first.

Then came rinsing them under water to remove rope shards before donning the band aids.  Now, THAT HURT.  I took a deep breath, pretended I was my six-year-old whose mother tells him to “Get Over It, It’s Just A Cut” when he complains about putting a microscopic papercut into the bath water, then thrust my formerly-known-as-fingerprints under the cold stream of faucet water AND DID NOT SCREAM, although it felt like all the pins in an acupuncture office being jabbed into the open wounds.

There are pros and cons, I’ve decided, to having no fingerprints.



1.  I am ready to finger box at a moment’s notice.

2.  I can go undercover as a bank robber.



1.  Typing in any other fashion than hunt-and-peck is out.

2.  No piano playing.  (Not really a problem, I haven’t played much since I was 10.)

3.  Washing my hands without soaking the bandages is like doing cirque du soleil with my fingers.

BUT, when my now fourth grader (who made it to the top) told me, “It’s OK Mom, there are tenthousand (in his school of 300) people in the school who can’t make it to the top…it’s not THAT embarrassing,”  I reminded him in true good parenting fashion:

“I am not embarrassed. Yes, I would have liked to make it to the top, but I DID MY BEST and that’s the only thing that matters.”

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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7 Responses to Do Fingerprints Grow Back?

  1. Favourrrr says:

    I peeled off the skin on my right thumb too deep because of a finger infection and wanted to know if I’ll lose my thumbprint. Forced myself to be a lefty because of school. It’s been about a week… it hasn’t shown any sign of growing back but the pictures above encourage me that it will… hopefully soon 🙂🙂🙂

  2. Victoria says:

    I had this happen once – over longer term. When I began cooking as a teen – in class and at home, I’d “test” the heat of the lid of the pot with one finger then decide if I needed a pot holder. Over the period of a month or two, the fingerprint disappeared and was completely smooth! It came back at some point within the year. Luckily, I had no actually skin lost like you’ve suffered. Sorry – that has to hurt!!! By Christmas, you should have fingerprints again.

  3. bnnsimon says:

    I never make it to the top. I get about 2/3rds of the way up and then make the mistake of looking down. Call me before you try again next year and I’ll lend you my garden-gloves-turned-rope-climbing gloves. They make the whole thing a lot easier.

  4. Patty Cameron says:

    Fabulous writing! Unfortunate incident with painful results!!!

    Sent from my iPhone Patty Cameron


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