….. a precious gift from a 3 year old
Sweet babe in arms
You were the centre of my world.
I gave you life
and LOVE, unmeasured,
knew no bounds.
I gave you life
and thought not, then,
of future and of pain.
Your world was mine,
and I would give you ALL
if that were asked.
So, now as then
YOUR peace and freedom
do I seek.
Your beauty is unchanged
but now I see
you as full grown
With strength and courage,
deep within your soul,
your Spirit free,
accountable and honest.
Your heart is full with
patience and compassion.
I still would give you all
for such is mother’s love
but now your ties are broken
and my heart is glad
to see you wander free
but firmly planted.
I am generally a happy person. I keep fairly positive, and hopefully this comes across as I write on this blog. Today Lori has asked the above question – ‘What makes you smile?’
Here’s a photo sequence that always makes me smile.
Our youngest grand-daughter is a happy little one. She is always smiling, and it’s infectious. We were playing hide and seek. Silly Grandma couldn’t find her
Sadly children lose the spontaneity of such events. However, Grandma will always remember this with a smile.
I’m sure I’ve told you this story. No? Well, here we go
It was my brother’s 21st birthday. We had all gathered at a big fancy restaurant for dinner. How fancy? Well, I was wearing a long dress and long gloves! It must have been pretty fancy, but my dress would not have disguised the fact that I was pregnant. Apart from ourselves and my brother, my parents, and two uncle and aunts were there, along with a couple of cousins. We had great fun, lots of chatter, lots of wine including champagne (I’m trying to set the scene here!). (This was in the days when a glass or so of red wine was considered good for the baby, I hasten to add)
The dishes were served silently, coming and going with an effortless ease. We didn’t really notice the waiters, it was a really special evening. I have no memory of the first or main course. They must have been good, or I would have remembered them as bad. Finally the dessert menu was presented, and I chose fresh figs. Well……
It now transpired that the Maitre d’ was Greek. He suddenly went into ecstasy mode.! The whole restaurant became silent and everyone looked in our direction. ‘Madame! Madame! Madame, she want figs! Madame, she want fresh figs! She want FIGS! She is pregnant and she want FIGS! In my country, we know when a lady want figs when she is pregnant, she is expecting a boy. More champagne! She is expecting a boy.’ He went on in this vein for some time, the whole restaurant cheered, and we did indeed get a free bottle of champagne. I duly ate my figs and went home.
Three months later I gave birth to our daughter. I remembered this the other day when I read this post. Have you had your fig today?
Last week I told you a little story. I like to think that it was a happy story. Today I want to introduce you to another plant in our garden. There is a story behind this one too, but it is very different.
My grandmother was brought up by her sister after her mother died. This meant that my mother and her cousins were very close, even though they were older. One lived not far from us in Middlesex, and we would often visit. Aunt Rita only had one son, but she had two beautiful grand-daughters, both of whom married very well. On one of the visits to Twickenham Aunt Rita gave my mother a plant from her garden.
This plant is not so well travelled as the Viola as it was only passed on about 15 years ago, but part of it has been in our garden for a number of years, and the photo above shows it last week, just before we dealt with the bindweed. It is a pretty Osteopermum, which changes from white to lilac as it ages. It only opens when the sun is shining, so we didn’t see much of it last year, but this year the flowers have been quite abundant and prolific.
In the last summer of her time at home my mother spent many days enjoying her garden. Towards the end she wasn’t able to potter around it as much as she would have liked, but this plant was one of her favourites. She would think of Rita and we would talk about her. Sadly, the last couple of years of Rita’s life were filled with great sadness and sorrow. One of her beautiful grand-daughters was murdered by her husband. It was a case that filled the national newspapers at the time, each day bringing new revelations about the ‘other’ life that the husband led. Mum was convinced that it was this that ‘killed’ Aunt Rita.
A while ago I was asked to make some bunting for my grand-daughter. I finished it today. It was an experience that I did not enjoy.
You would think it was an easy task, wouldn’t you? Cut the fabric, stitch the fabric, hang it up. That’s all there is too it.
Or is it?
Well, first the fabric. The one we chose was not easy to locate. No local shop had it and finally I was informed that it had been so popular every shop in the world had sold out. That may or may not be true, who knows, but eventually I did find some, and the cost implied that it was in the ‘if you don’t get it from here you won’t get it at all’ category..
So, pattern made (a whole sheet of A4 paper folded and cut to shape) I proceeded to cut into the fabric. At this point I discovered that He who shall be nameless had been using my ‘Don’t Touch!’ scissors, and the cuts were not all they should have been. Sharpening helped, but frankly I was beginning to become quite disheartened about the whole exercise.
Next stitching. Now things began to go smoothly. The sewing machine stitched like a dream, fronts were stitched to backs in record time and as for the turning! Well, I was amazed at just how easy it was once the excess seam had been suitably trimmed. Now to attach to the tape.
The fabric is a heavy furnishing cotton. I had chosen a tape of similar weight and they went together perfectly. In fact, they went together just a little too well. You see, I had also chosen the perfect thread! I couldn’t see where the thread began and the tape and fabric ended. As I was stitching by
candle light the new money saving light bulbs I couldn’t see what I was doing. I should have started in daylight – but it was only a half hour job, wasn’t it?
Daylight came. Yes, first thing this morning I attacked the project again. My goodness! Yes, that thread does match. Even the long ‘uncut’ trails vanished – yes, in daylight! Finally, and with only half an hour of stitching the flags were completed and are now awaiting delivery.
They actually look rather pretty, and I will take a proper picture when they are hanging up. However, will I make some for you? The answer is in the title.
Will I make some for other grandchildren? Of course I will. Just as long as ‘He’ stays away from ‘My’ scissors
I have been struggling with a piece of artwork. I won’t show you now, but will quite soon. There was a missing element, and I was really getting frustrated.
I showed it to my lovely elder grand-daughter. She instantly knew why I was struggling.
But better than that! She gave it some thought and consideration and
CAME UP WITH THE ANSWER!
What a gem! THANK YOU.