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The Cycle of Motherhood

Well, today is Mother’s Day.  I have thoroughly enjoyed the day.  I started out by spending some time on my computer this morning.  Found some cool apps, like Clef (see link at bottom of page!) and Waltz.  All I can say is “Way Cool!”

Went to see my Mom, she is indeed my hero!  IMG_1480

 

Here she is at Heather’s house.  Heather is my daughter.  Do we all get along?  See for your self….

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Three generations all in a row

 

Normal looking ladies….right…..

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And now you see our alter egos!!

Okay, so now you’ve had a glimpse into the world the men in our lives have to deal with!!

As I’ve enjoyed my day, I’ve thought a lot about being a mom and all it brings.  There is so much that no one told me.

The joy of seeing that sweet face of the baby when she first woke up.  Those snuggles in the morning with baby in footed sleepers. The fear I experienced when during that first sleep over. No matter how well I knew the people where she was staying, the fears of sudden illness, unforeseeable highly unlikely events kept me awake or made sleep fitful and restless.  Then there’s 7th grade.  The year of the invasion of the body snatchers!  I swear, one night I put Heather to bed and during the overnight hours, aliens came and took over her body.  The next morning I woke up a snarling, snippy, grumpy thing in my precious daughter’s body.  That long year of longingly looking at the shell of my child wondering where everything went wrong?  And then the elation when she begin to return to the child I’d raised until that fateful night!!!

When driving school is over and the learner’s permit is exchanged for a real driver’s license….then the worry takes on a whole new meaning.  If you ever get a phone call after going to bed and hear the shaky voice of your child crying telling you they’ve had a wreck, you know that feeling of utter dread!  I will never forget it.  My heart plunges to the bottom of my stomach and I feel as if it’s drowning in a black swampy mire that sucks the life out me.  Then, when I finally see my child…..okay….scared but okay………I can finally breathe again.  And my world that just seconds before was crashing down around me is suddenly all right.

It doesn’t end.  As my child get older these moments happen over and over again in varying degrees and each time I are reminded of what is important in life.  Now, my child is about to embark on this journey herself.  She will experience these things and I will do for her what my mother has done for me.  Be there to listen, offer her advice when she asks (Okay, so I’ll probably offer it when she doesn’t ask ….. but that’s a given!) and give her my strength when she needs it.

Done some sewing

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This is the quilt top for my Grandson, Wesley’s crib set.  My daughter hunted for a pre-made set but could not find one she liked, so we finally found these fabrics!  Yes, we spent two hours in A Nimble Thimble one Saturday but it was worth it.

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The inspiration for the nursery came from these wall hangings she found at Target

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Yes, this is the whole starting point of our fabric – color search that lasted months!  But, all’s well that ends well!  Now, Wesley will have a custom made bedding set sewn by his Gigi!

To make it I had to develop a pattern, being a math geek, that involved breaking out the graphing calculator! (No, I didn’t use the graphing feature, but I love the screen that shows multi-line calculations!

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This is what I used when sewing the blocks and putting the strips together.  It looks good.  As a beginner, I’m still learning and there are some places that don’t match up exactly, but that’s okay.  I’m going with the idea “that gives it character!”

My next project will be the crib skirt.  I found a tutorial here that looks super easy to follow.  Of course, I’m going to complicate it, but that’s another post!

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