The older I get the more I see things from my own childhood come out. Not of my childish ways but of my mother’s qualities. Things I remember from my childhood are the way she always cooked meat and potatoes meals, did some sort of craft, and the cinnamon rolls and pies were to die for.
I am not much of a seamstress, I know just enough to sew simple things. My mother could sew quite well before she incurred a back injury. Mom has helped me tie a couple quilts for my older daughters and she made them matching dresses for Christmas one year when they were little. She would crochet and embroider along with paint on fabric. I recall those Artex tubes of paint and the tablecloths that were laid upon our dining room table like it was yesterday!
Today I made a simple skirt for my youngest daughter after watching a tutorial on YouTube. I only had to call my Mom once! 🙂 It has imperfections but I don’t mind, which is evidence I’ve grown in the past year. I no longer dwell on perfection of things but more the small lessons along the way. The small accomplishment of creating something for someone I love. She was even very excited and when I mentioned there were a few imperfections her response was pretty sweet. “Who cares, it’s awesome” said the 7 year old!
I recall there being Artex paints, fabric, a sewing machine, and crochet materials in our home growing up. These are a few of the good memories I shall hold tight to. I’m glad my Mother taught me some of her talents, I just wish I would have taken more time to listen when I was younger. I’m blessed to say my middle daughter enjoys sewing and embroidery as well. This makes my heart happy!
Grace is a gift,