My mother is an amazing woman. She has overcome a lot, I mean A LOT in her life. She will tell you it is all to make her rough edges smoother, so she can stand before her Savior. I look at her and ask, “Where are all of these rough edges you are talking about?” She is mortal and all, however she is pretty amazing as far as I am concerned.
Recently I have undertaken sewing a dress for my little girl. She is going to be baptized in a few weeks and I wanted to make her a special dress. She picked the style of dress and described the material she wanted to have it made in. Satin and lace…a little above my skill level.
My sweet mother has been sewing for as long as I can remember. She was trained by many seamstresses that taught her the tricks of the trade. Knowledge that is difficult to come by now.
I have so many memories of playing around her feet while she sewed our clothes. Replacing the pins in the pincushion as she pulled them out, cutting up the scraps of material, and playing with all of the buttons and thread. Growing up, we spent a lot of time together. While sewing dresses, shirts, skirts, pants, soccer balls and blankets she taught me a lot about patience, detail, love and beauty. She also tried to teach me some of her tricks ;). Looking back, I see how patient she truly was with me.
The old, sewing machine that we would use to create many beautiful things, is now living at my house. I have learned to sew, however I am nowhere near the gifted seamstress she is. Part of me is grateful for that lack, because it allows me to continually call upon her in my sewing distresses (as well as many other things in life). The baptism dress constituted a sewing distress.
We have had a blast sitting and talking while we put together my sweetheart’s dress. It reminded me of the many hours growing up. Today, in particular, there was a moment that I felt like that little girl. She sat teaching me how to do a blind stitch on the dress. I sat right at her feet watching and listening to her. In that moment, I was so grateful to have her. I was so thankful to be at her feet. I truly longed to stay there, because I felt that safety and love so familiar to me.
The dress is complete and truly beautiful thanks to her touch. My heart is full thanks to her touch. I am blessed to have had these few moments with her. I pray to have something so special to share with my sweet daughter.