Remembering My Mom on Mother’s Day

A fond memory I have of my Mother is when we’d pick out fabric together. She loved making me pajama pants and would let me choose which fabric I wanted. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized how special that was.

When I think of my Mom I remember her kindness, her love, and I remember her sewing. After she passed my Dad gave me her sewing machine. I have no idea how to use it, it’s pretty high tech, and for a long time it intimidated me. It wasn’t until recently that I decided to tackle that fear.

With the help of my wonderful friend, Cate, I figured out how to use it. When I sew, I feel connected to my Mom.

This year marks three years since she passed. While I feel like the days are a little easier, the pain never truly goes away. I miss her every moment of every day. What helps is doing things that celebrate her memory.

I was lucky to have such a wonderful lady as a Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day everyone! Love you all!

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