the small stitches

Embroidery is not my skill.  I wish it was and it is something I would like to work on, but I have never been super good at it.

But my grandma was.

She made beautiful dresser scarves and pillowcases and little drawer satchels. They are gorgeous, and were stitched with love, each small stitch at a time.

And I cherish each item from her that I own.

My grandma passed away over four years ago and this last week my grandpa passed away. It hasn’t been an easy week. As my mom and her siblings have started to go through each item in my grandparent’s home and have been busy getting ready to put the home on the market, I was able to bring a few more of my grandma’s beautiful embroidered pieces from her home into my home.

And as I was looking at them today I reminded how each small and simple stitch works together to create something beautiful, something magnificent.

And how, particularly as mothers, we can do the same.

Even when we are exhausted and tired beyond all belief, we make small and simple stitches. We can do small and simple things that will grow to become big and beautiful and magnificent things in the lives of our children. We can pack our child’s lunch each day to become a lifetime of our children knowing that we took care of them well. We can smile at our child each night and give them a kiss at each bedtime to become a lifetime of our children knowing just how loved they are. We can wipe away their tears each time they are sad to become a lifetime of our children knowing just how important they are.

We can do this, mamas. One small stitch at a time.

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1 Comment

  1. Caitlin

    June 26, 2017 at 10:11 pm

    You always seem to write exactly what I need to hear. Thank you for inspiring me. I loved learning a bit more about your amazing grandparents this weekend.

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