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A Mother's Day Love Letter For My Daughter
Submitted by Pam on Thu, 05/10/2012 - 16:54
Usually at Mother's Day I write about the women who shaped me into the person I am - my Mother, Grandmother (Gwennie) and my Great Grandmother (Grammie).
This year I am breaking with "tradition" and sharing a treasured memory about my daughter, Diane.
The sweet little crewel embroidery pictured here was completed by Diane when she was between 11 and 12 years old. And there is a story to be told.
Every one of our five generations "touched" this piece in some way. My Grammie (my Great Grandmother) taught me to embroider and I taught Diane. When this piece was completed, Diane gave it to Gwennie (her Great Grandmother to whom she was very close). When Gwennie passed, my Mother gave it back to Diane who asked me if I would like to have it!
Back in the day - you know the vintage times - late 1970's - I was a crazy mad woman with a needle and crewel embroidery yarn. I was embroidering everything from the tiny 4"x4" Jiffy Stitchery fruit and veggie kits to huge embroidered canvasses 36" x 60". "Needleless" to say - Diane spent hours and hours at my side learning to stitch!
The moment I spied this "kit" with the two sweet little Hummel figurines huddled against the rain under an umbrella, I fell head over heals in love and purchased it immediately. And then, sadly, I was not able to indulge myself with the time to make it.
When she was about 9 years old, Diane asked if she could embroider the Hummels.
At that time in my life I was a devoted perfectionist and while I wanted to say yes, I also wanted every single stitch perfectly placed. Sorry - but that is how it was - the bare ugly truth.
I tried very diplomatically to explain to Diane without actually saying it that her embroidery skills were not up to my expectations for this piece. (I know, I know - flawed mothering - but I am being honest here so there you are - like I said - the ugly truth).
Diane got the message. Whether that was good or bad - the result is that she worked very hard at perfecting her stitches - kit after kit after kit. And in just a year or two she could embroider rings and rings and rings around her mother!
She didn't have to ask again - I happily gave her the Hummel kit to embroider.
A hugely humbling moment in my life when she had completed this piece with more perfection than I myself could ever produce.
As her mother, I have had the incredible privilege to watch Diane grow and spread her wings into the amazing and talented and generous individual she is today - and I continue to be humbled.