{"id":874,"date":"2013-05-12T07:02:04","date_gmt":"2013-05-12T12:02:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingonme.com\/?p=874"},"modified":"2017-04-09T14:36:23","modified_gmt":"2017-04-09T19:36:23","slug":"sewing-up-a-mothers-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/2013\/05\/12\/sewing-up-a-mothers-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Sewing Up a Mother’s Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mommy<\/a>The older I get the more I love and respect my Mommy. She is the sweetest, most gracious soul you will ever meet. Everything I learned about being a lady I learned from her, and what I didn\u2019t learn wasn\u2019t because she didn\u2019t try. Lord knows she had her work cut out for her.<\/p>\n

You see I was what they call a strong-willed child. We\u2019re a special breed that requires a little extra energy, ingenuity and determination delivered with a huge dose of persuasion. I know some of you know what I\u2019m talking about because you\u2019re living with one right now. Every time they open their mouths you can\u2019t decide whether you want to laugh, cry or wring their little necks. Most likely it\u2019s all three.<\/p>\n

I remember one particular incident that sent Mommy and I both to the edge. It was all because of my blasted 10th<\/sup> grade home economics class. I was doing fine right up until the sewing section. The assignment was to make an article of clothing so off to the fabric store we went.<\/p>\n

Now, before I tell you the story I need to set the stage. My mother is a seamstress. Straight up through high school, she made most of my clothes. In fact, most of the women in my family sew. My grandmother and great-grandmother quilted and sewed beautifully. So I quite naturally assumed I too could sew. Never mind that I had never tried to sew anything in my life \u2013 I was obviously genetically predisposed.<\/p>\n

The first battle was at the fabric store. I chose a pattern that was a really cute jumper dress. \u201cKat, I don\u2019t think you want to make that. It has a lot of parts.\u201d Ever the diplomat, Mommy was trying to gently dissuade me. \u201cSo? It\u2019s a pattern. I\u2019ll just follow the instructions.\u201d Says the overly confident child who has yet to learn to heed good advice.<\/p>\n

Then I decided I wanted corduroy. Again, Mom tried to tell me to pick another fabric – something easier to work with. We went round and round until she finally said, okay let\u2019s get it and go. Dummy me counted it a victory that I had finally worn her down. Insightful Mommy knew if I couldn\u2019t see it I\u2019d soon feel it.<\/p>\n

So began what would later become my month of pure hell. As it turned out, there were no sewing genes in my DNA. Instead, I became very well acquainted with the seam ripper – over and over again. By the time that stupid jumper was due to be turned in I didn\u2019t care what it looked like. I never wanted to wear it, and I certainly was not sitting down to a sewing machine EVER again.<\/p>\n

It was almost midnight and I was still fighting with the sewing machine to connect the last few pieces. Mommy finally told me to put it down and go to bed. But it\u2019s due tomorrow, I said. You\u2019ll have it done tomorrow. For now, just go get some sleep.<\/p>\n

I figured she\u2019d wake me up in the morning so that I could finish before going to school. But to my surprise, when I got up the next morning the jumper was laying neatly folded on top of the sewing machine \u2013 beautiful and complete.<\/p>\n

I was so happy and grateful I could\u2019ve wept. To this day, I can feel the relief flowing through my body as I clutched that jumper to my chest like it was worth a $1million. For at least the next few hours, my Mommy was my hero.<\/p>\n

I know some of you think I deserved to flunk sewing. You\u2019re probably right. Perhaps that is why this moment in time sticks out for me so. Mommy could have let me fail, and by doing so teach me a lesson about not listening and following instructions. Instead, she chose to help me and model grace.<\/p>\n

I loved her so much for that generous gift. Even when it didn\u2019t seem like it, I realize now she understood me so well. In modeling the behavior she wanted to see in me she helped me learn to bend my own will, while being careful not to break my spirit.<\/p>\n

And that, to me, is love. More than anyone else in my life, my Mother accepts me as I am and believes that I am enough. Generous and kind, she taught me to offer that same acceptance and encouragement to others.<\/p>\n

She also taught me that even if I don\u2019t get it right the first time I can try and try again\u2026which is why I have a tiny sewing machine in my closet. Every once in a while I pull it out and make a few stitches. Because one day I might have a granddaughter, and I am determined to continue sewing up a mother\u2019s love.<\/p>\n

Wishing you and yours a happy and joyful Mother\u2019s Day! Love and Blessings\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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