Look at you! So young and beautiful. I love this photo, that smile, those glasses! I wanted to be a mommy, just like you.
Remember when I was the new mom? Sometimes you would say that you didn’t know how I did it. I had two children. You had five! You were so encouraging, my biggest fan.
Even in those last years when the Alzheimer monster was gobbling up your memory, you always greeted me with such love. People would ask, “Does she know who you are?” Taylor had the best answer. “She might not be able to name us but she knows we are people she loves.” We are people you loved. And that made us people who could love others. That was your gift to us mom.
I want to be just like you mom. I want to love our daughters with the same unconditional love you showered on me. I want to be a gramma like you were, loving, nurturing, memory making, always there, just on the edge, never needing to be the center of attention.
I love you mom. You are forever in my heart.
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I finally jumped in with an Instagram review of 2016. I have been inspired by Louise (knitbritish podcaster). While she admits that 2016 dumped a fair amount of rubbish into our lives, there were also moments of love and joy. So, let’s focus on the good. In my little part of the world there was news of a Indy person, traveling to New Orleans, San Francisco, and New York City, hard work done at the gym that let me run another half marathon, a trip to Oregon and quilting with my friend Lori, and of course the arrival of our tiny person.
My one little word for 2016 was SEE. I actually had to go back to my old blog to find that words so I guess it wasn’t a great choice. This week, I have been auditioning possible words. JOY, CHOOSE, and REST were all rolling around in my head. Last night, my daughter sent me a link to a podcast where Ali Edwards talked about choosing a word. She talked about not choosing a word that will change your life. Instead, choose a word that lets you ask the question, what does this look like in my life. Almost immediately, the word TREASURE came to mind. I love this verse, “But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.” Luke 2:19 ESV. I’ve been thinking about this a lot this month, the things we ponder in our hearts, the gifts but also the trials. And then this verse, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21 ESV. This is what I want to explore in 2017, what does treasure look like?
My new hat is on the needles and I am watching videos to learn the picot cast on for a new (and probably challenging) shawl. Plans for travel are in the works. Dad is on the mend. I am making a list of books I want to read and projects to knit and sew. I have a beautiful family and work that I enjoy. There is much to treasure.
I listened to the Knit British podcast as I was finishing up my cleaning yesterday. In this latest episode, Louise chats about the value of what we do. I am fortunate to have a creative family. We all place a pretty high value on creative endevours from knitting and sewing to music making and song writing. But I appreciated her thoughts on knitting for others.
I also enjoy listening to the knitting memories that Louise includes in her podcasts. It reminded me of a shawl I had seen in a recent flurry of decluttering and cleaning. This white shawl was knit for me by my grandmother for a very special dance when I was 16. It is not fancy and the yarn is not wool. That was the era of acrylic everything – a modern miracle! But I have kept this little shawl for 45 years. Many times I would set it near the give away pile but in the end, I folded it and put it away. Now that I am going to be a grandmother. I thought I would pull it out and use it. I can see it around my shoulders as I rock or read to our tiny person. I have such wonderful memories of spending time with my grandmother, sipping tea with milk and sugar from her saucer, and of course, learning to knit. She loved jigsaw puzzles and card games. There was a picnic table near the avocado tree in her backyard where we would sit late into the summer evening. My dad was an only child so my grandparents lavished a lot of love in our little family.
I finished another donation hat last night. Need to cast on another simple pattern just in case that tiny person decides that today would be a good day for the waiting room. Pick up your needles, read a good book, or get outside. Make it a beautful (not a black) Friday.