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This past week for no apparent reason, my mother has been constantly in my thoughts. I have actually thought things like - oh, I have to remember to tell mom that, or- mom would love this. I have been missing her so much again.She loved to do crafts. I have kept all the doilies she crochet along with a vest, a shawl, some Christmas ornaments and I'm sure many more things than I can remember at this point. She also did paint by number - I used to love to sit and watch her into the late nights as she would make such detailed brush strokes with such perfection. Somewhere I saved one of her paintings, it was of a girl in a straw hat. I can't find it and it is breaking my heart. I just hope one day soon it will spring from it's hiding place. She was also good at embroidery and when I learned to do counted cross-stitch I taught her and she not only caught on quickly but loved it so much that it took her no time at all to complete many more projects than I ever dreamed of making. We enjoyed doing crafts together and when we weren't actually creating something we were shopping for something new. I wish we would have had more time to enjoy scrapbooking together - she would have so loved getting into that had I discovered it sooner. In her later years one of her favorite things was to buy and make small cross-stitch kits. After she passed away I found stacks of small completed cross-stitch projects and could not bring myself to part with them, but the question remained - just what to do with them. I decided they were small enough that I would find a use for them in my scrapbooks; then this past weekend I was sorting through some things that my daughter was getting rid of - she had a pile of items to donate and a box of "trash". I glanced in the trash and found a cross-stitch piece that I had made for her and put in a plastic "coaster"; I had made one for each of my children with their initial cross-stitched on it. I took it out knowing I could re-use it. Today I took it apart and took out the cross-stitch and saved it for her scrapbook - maybe someday she will wish she hadn't thrown it away, and I replaced it with one of my mother's creations. I had three other coasters that I also filled with some of her work and now I have a set of four coasters for my living room tables that I treasure because they are from my mom's handiwork.
I wish I had told my mother more often how much I loved her and how much I appreciate all the little things she did for me and made for me.
I miss her so.
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