Okay....I want to post something a little different. I'm going to honor my mom today in my blog. Someone will have to print it out for her since she does not have a computer and doesn't even know what a blog is....but do any of us really know what a blog is supposed to be?
Moms give us grace.
I remember the Christmas that I saw the arms and legs of the dolls you were making for me and my sisters..... you were so disappointed that my Christmas gift was spoiled but you quickly smiled when you heard me ask if you were making an octopus or something..... I just saw the arms and legs. I got to see the pretty dresses and hair you sewed on by hand Christmas morning. You worked hard making those dolls. I still have mine.
I remember the hours and hours you sewed dolls to send me to camp. I had to work hard and make baby-sitting money to go but I never could have reached my goal with out you making dozens of rag dolls and those cute strawberry dolls. I loved seeing the faces of the people when you delivered them. Many children loved those treasured pieces of fabric stitched together and all those arms and legs stuffed with the squishy stuff. You had scraps of material that you made the cutest clothes for the dolls.
I'm sure there were many things that I never thanked you for. I did notice but maybe didn't say so. I do know that for everything that you lacked when you were a girl you tried your best to make it 10 times better for your children. We knew what it meant to have a mother who went the extra mile to help us achieve our goals. Really seriously-- it was a dream come true to travel to Europe for a whole month! You and dad could not afford to send me but you helped me find a way and many, many dolls and other crafts were made to send me there. I have no idea how God gave you the strength to let me go and help me to travel abroad. It was one of those life-altering things.... you understood my heart for music and singing and I'm sure you imagined my face singing on the 20 or more stops that we traveled. I was very proud that you and dad wore the sweaters for many years that I brought home from Norway for you while I was there.
Your generous heart was transfered into my chest. I'm giving and loving and tender-hearted just like my mom. I'm also way too practical but somehow faith rises up and I can look at what seems impossible and get the job accomplished. Oh and I got your passionate, feisty side too which can get me in trouble from time to time. But God's grace covers that too. I got all that from you, Mom. Not by DNA but by a transfer of your heart. Moms are about God's grace and my blog is about God's grace so, it just seems natural to honor you this Mother's Day in my blog.
Happy Every Day Mom!
