My mother has unwillingly had to let go of her lifelong passion for needlework.
Because of health challenges, she is not able to handle independent living anymore. Reluctantly, she has moved out of her condo and into a different living situation where she gets the support and assistance that she now needs.
Most of her possessions are now being lovingly shared out among her kids and grandkids and nieces and other kith and kin.
There were a couple of things that I really really wanted to have…..
She was a spectacularly gifted embroiderer, and so I really wanted to have some of her threads.
The other thing that I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelly wanted was a pincushion doll that I had given her when I was a child.
When I was a little girl, I saw the most beautiful thing I could have ever imagined…. it was a pincushion of an Elizabethan Lady….
I would go into the shop, and visit the Lady, and stroke the velvet skirt, and be filled with longing.
I decided that I HAD to buy it for my mother to show her how much I loved her.
So, I asked the lady in the store if I could pay for the Lady in stages, and she agreed to that. I don’t know if she had ever had a child make such a request, but she was so kind about it!
Every week, for weeks, and weeks, I would take my allowance in, and give it to the shopkeeper. She would then bring ‘The Lady’ out, and I would cradle her in my hands… and then sigh, and hand her back….
Eventually… the little bits of allowance added up and up, and – ‘The Lady’ was mine!!!
She was swathed in tissue, and placed carefully in a box, and I secreted her away until Mother’s Day.
I don’t know if my mother knew how much effort went into buying her ‘The Lady’, but I think she felt the love and excitement that I had in presenting her with my treasure.
And now, ‘The Lady’ has come home to me…. and some day, she will be gifted to my daughter…. with love…. always with love….