stitched by mothers

remember this baby quilt?

it was mine when i was little.

my mom made it for me.

it was loved and worn,

the way a baby quilt should be.

mom brought it to me 

after chace was born.

i had the crazy idea to take it apart

and recreate it into another quilt.

mom looked at me like 

i was a little crazy,

but she sat up at night and carefully

ripped it apart stitch by stitch.

i had a vision.

i could see the new quilt in my mind.

so i set about gathering fabric, 

cutting fabric and sewing

lots of stitches.

it took me two years

to complete.

but it is finished 

and it is so gratifying 

to see my vision turned into a new quilt.

as i was sewing the binding on

i realized that i needed to send the quilt

to my mom for mothers day.

i never knew how much love

a mother has for her child

until i became one myself.

the love that my mother poured

into that quilt for a me before i was born

is abundantly clear to me 39 years later.

giving her the quilt 

was an acknowledgement of that love.

as well, as the unconditional love that

she has shown me.

i know that i am the person, wife and mother

that i am because of her.

i was not the easiest child to raise, much less love.

i now understand how deeply i hurt her at times, 

that is something that doesn't sit well with me,

but i am able to accept it because of her love.

happy mother's day mom!

xoxo