K, my middle daughter had a close relationship with my mother. It was closer than I ever had with Mom and at times I will admit I was jealous. But my mother and I were quite different, just as my daughter is from me. With both relationships I can see more of myself in my mother than I ever thought and the same with my daughter and me. There were hiccups made along the way by all parties, but we never let that completely break the bond of family.
The relationships we have with family, in my opinion, is what enhances what we are or will become. Every occurrence, including family creates something to one’s life, whether it’s more of a connection or a disconnection.
My daughter is about to become a mother (to twins) herself and in the course of her pregnancy we’ve become closer. Actually since she moved out of the house across the country six years ago our relationship improved and grew. (Sometimes distance is good for a reality check folks!) During those six years she moved back quite close, and my own mother passed away leaving a hole in both our hearts, along with the rest of our family.
If you’ve followed along here at all you’ve probably noticed my mother was one that could sew, craft, paint, basically create naturally. I don’t feel I got that “create naturally” talent but I dabble in sewing and crafting. When I did quilt it was with my mother. K. enjoys sewing and she spent time with her grandmother learning to sew and embroidery.
I figured out the best way to honor my mother, share about a generation that is gone, and give my daughter and grandson’s a gift to treasure was to make baby quilts.
At my daughter’s baby shower this past weekend I gave her the quilts, it was a surprise. This is what I placed with the two quilts I made telling the story for generations to come.
As my daughter read the card and opened the boxes I could tell this gift meant a great deal to her. She didn’t say much as she isn’t a touchy feely kinda gal but she didn’t have to. (hint: one thing we differ at, but I still love her!) 🙂 I think my Mom would have liked this.
Just as my mother sewn one generation of love into blankets and outfits, I followed her lead. Someday it will be K. sharing the story, making blankets, and loving her grandchildren. I hope these are still around to share!
In today’s world, whether it is a family unit, friendships, any collection of people seem to be torn apart like a piece of fabric loosely sewn. The different personalities, selfish mindsets, non-respect, and many other factors from the outside word are participants to make this occur.
Folks, gather your people and keep them sewn tightly together.Weave a bond that even in the darkest time you are still united in some form. For when they are gone there will be a rip in your heart and only memories to share. Let’s sew the generations together, shall we?