I have been sitting by my Mom's bedside. I am losing her more every day. I have so very much to thank her for. There are all the obvious things - life, upbringing. education. But my Mom gave me the most wonderful gift - NEEDLEPOINT. I was pregnant with my oldest daughter after having lost another baby. I was told to stay still - not my best ability. Mom brought me a preworked canvas - a yellow duck walking with rainboots and an umbrella. She taught me to basketweave. She was patient. Halfway through, I asked her to find me some blank canvas - I would like to design my own things and do all the colors. Mom only liked doing the background - so this was an alien concept to her. However, she humored me, and the rest is history.
Now,the tables have turned. I am sitting by her bed rather than the other way around. I am able to sit there because I have my needlepoint in hand. We are not together awaiting a birth this time, and yet we still find things to smile about.
She watches every stitch I take as if she were doing the stitching. It is time together I will never have again.
For all you who still have Mothers - give them a call or drop them a note today. For the rest of you, think a happy thought about the time you had with yours.