It's time to take a trip down memory lane........come on now, bear with me. It may be a little sad, but it's worth it.
First off, this is a dedication to my loving mom and what she taught me. I wish I had only known sooner the impact she and her crafting adventures had on me and expressed that to her. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance because she went to be with our Lord last November. She is missed!
Now, let's travel. I remember my mom was huge into making Christmas gifts for everyone. I mean HUGE.
First, it was crochet. She was amazing with a crochet hook. She'd sit for hours after supper and play with yarn. I didnt understand it. It looked boring to me. I can't remember her not crocheting. She made blankets for babies, wedding gifts, convalescence homes, Christmas and birthdays. If there was an occasion, there was a blanket to match. I still have three blankets and a crocheted stocking. I cherish them.
Then came wood crafts. Now there's an adventure! Her boyfriend would cut them out and she would paint them. Now, as a small child, the only painting I can remember my mom doing was 'Paint By Numbers'. I remember her meticulous brush strokes and wondering how in the world she could even see the numbers to begin with (now I have bifocals and wonder even more). I have to admit, they were pretty good. However, having said that, her toll painting skills were a total different calibar. Her lines were harsh and nothing seemed to flow. But, that didn't stop her. She made swinging cows, eagles (really big ones), Santa's, snowmen, and many other entities that have escaped the recesses of my brain.
After that began to bore her, she took up Plastic Canvas art. WOW, I didn't realize so many things could be made from a piece of plastic with holes in it! She could make anything. She made baby bed tissue holders, scarecrows, Christmas ornaments, wall hangings, hot plate holders, even a tower to hold Walmart bags. Her canvas art went on and on and on. I received several pieces.
Here comes the shameful part. I only have a few pieces of any of her crafts left. I was young, dumb and to vain to realize they were made especially for me. That with every brush stroke, every stitch and every cut of plastic, she was thinking about me. She may have been thinking about where I'd put it or who I'd show it to. She may have been thinking about me passing it down to my children and then to their children. But, I didn't think about that. Clearly, I just wasn't thinking.
Now, I'm beginning my own adventures in crafting. Almost everything I create, I give away. I love giving things I've made away because.....................I think! I think about that person the whole time my hands are on the project. I realize the love that goes into it. I think about the expression on the recipients face. I guess I think about all the things my mom did as she was creating.
Sometimes, our eyes are shut too tightly as we walk this road of life. Then, in a flash, our eyes are opened fully. We see things we should have been seeing the whole time.
When you are making a home-made gift for someone, what are you thinking about....who are you thinking about? Does it make you a selective giver? It does me. I want my projects to go to people and loved ones who feel the love I have put towards that gift.
Thank you mom for opening my eyes! I love you!