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Stitches of Love

The only gift is a portion of thyself.”  

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I put off opening my Christmas gifts until everyone had finished opening theirs.  A pile of brightly wrapped packages sat on the floor around me.  I had to be careful not to crush the boxes with the legs of the rocking chair. Basking in the happiness of watching my grandson yelp and scream as he opened his toys, I patiently waited.

When it was my turn, I opened all the little gifts first.  I received a bottle of my favorite perfume, a gift card to buy books, and a lavender-scented candle. Then there was a massive box. This was a gift from my mother and it had rested under my Christmas tree and had teased me for weeks.

When I was a little girl, the anticipation of Christmas morning drove me crazy.  Often, I peeled the tape off one of my packages to see what was hidden inside. My family has teased me since and they take care to tape my gifts extra tight alleviate the temptation.  What they do not realize is that now, I relish the anticipation.  Being surprised is better than knowing.  This package, I noticed, was lacking the usual amount of tape.  Maybe my mom had begun to believe that I no longer cheated and peeked at my gifts.

I picked up the huge box and set it on my lap. I tilted the rocking chair back a bit to arrange the box so I could open it.  I knew it must be something good, because my son-in-law was standing ready to snap pictures. My mom had called twice to see if I had opened my gifts, yet.  Anxiously, I pulled open the box and the contents spilled out across my lap.

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As I palmed the beautifully stitched quilt, tears began to form.  The fabric was soft and smelled new.  The colors, bound superbly together, were perfect.  All of my favorite shades of blue and white joined with just a touch of yellow. It was a bright and sunny cover. However, what made me hiccup in tearful happiness, were the daisies. They were interwoven in the quilting and in the fabric. They told me that my mom loved me.

I know that my mom shopped for months to find the perfect fabrics and colors for my quilt.  Every winter, she takes a month-long trip and visits quilt stores all over the country.  My quilt is made from fabric from Arizona, Texas, California, to name just a few stops my mother made. She thought about me for days when she was shopping, cutting, sewing, and binding. She put her heart and soul into every stitch with only me in mind as she was creating.  What could possibly be more special?

Not only did my mom make me an heirloom quilt for Christmas, she also gave me a piece of herself.  My king-sized creation warms me at night, but more importantly, it warms my heart every time I think about the time and thought that went into making it.  It is truly a piece of art that I will treasure, forever.  The quilt is one of my favorite things, and it holds stitches of motherly love in every fiber.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Spread Love Everywhere You Go

“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.”
Mother Teresa 

 

A woman I know has a terrible disposition. She often wears a scowl on her face and her body language screams, “Get Away From Me!”  People are afraid to talk to her or ask her a question in fear that she will respond sarcastically. She is an unhappy and unloved soul.

          This woman is trapped in a cycle of sadness that she cannot break.  It moves round and round, never creating the happiness she so desperately needs. She is lonely and fearful, yet does not know how to reach out to others.

          I want to shout at this woman and recite what Mother Teresa lived,  “Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.”   I yearn for this woman to know that if she would only love, smile, and reach out, people would flock to her.  My desire is for her realize that her negative aura only produces negative reactions.

          For now, I will just pray for her and love her.  I will smile when she scowls and laugh when she is sarcastic.  Finally, when she leaves me, she will leave happier.  Peace.

 

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Quotes From the Masters: Ovid

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“Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” Ovid

The first two –weeks after my daughter was born was my introduction to being a worrier. I worried whether she was eating enough. When she would sleep too long, I could not enjoy the peace; instead, I would go and check on her every few minutes to see if she were still breathing. My mother must have wanted to change her phone number, because I would call her at all hours to ask her questions.

Then, when my daughter began to crawl, I worried that she would find something on the floor that would hurt her.  I worried when she did not seem to want to pull herself up on the coffee table. I worried that she was not walking soon enough. Consequently, I spent most of her childhood worrying.

When I think back on all the worrying I did, I realize that all the worry actually kept me from enjoying the stages of my daughter’s childhood.  It is sad, because I will never be able to retrieve those moments again.

It seems that the world is filled with reasons to worry.  I worry about my kids and grandkids, I worry about the economy, and I worry about making the car payment on time. There is a never-ending stream of things to worry about.  Sometimes it seems that if I did not have worry, I would not have anything. 

Breaking the chains of worry, as Ovid suggests, would make me a happier person.  However, it is hard to give up the habit of worrying. I have been doing it for so long.

The benefit of letting go of my worry often goes unnoticed in my daily life. I just know that I feel better. A kind of mental freedom washes over me telling me that everything is okay.  The air suddenly smells fresher, people seem nicer, and things just fall into place.

If I could take Ovid’s suggestion to let go of the worry and choose happiness, my world may be a better place.  At least my own piece of the world could be better. Maybe I should announce one day of the year as “Worry-Free” Day. On this day, I am not allowed to fret, to be inhibited, or agonize over anything. I am only to be concerned with living each moment fully and completely. I will not let the future or the past interfere with my day.

Just some musings. Thank you to Robin at Bringing Europe Home for giving me the Quotes From the Master – Ovid to help in getting my inspiration.   

 

 

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