Sometimes I feel like I’m an old lady since I like knitting. My mom taught me how to knit and crochet when I was young. She was an expert crafts-lady. She could knit, crochet, sew, create fancy wall hangings, paper tole, custom photo albums along with being able to bake incredibly well and can anything you could think of. The longer she is gone, the more I realize how amazing she was and I didn’t really appreciate all her skills. She suffered from mental illness from the time I was a baby and I wonder now if keeping busy with all her crafts and projects helped to focus her mind and get through the day. Getting older definitely gives you more perspective on things and people and situations. I think I missed out on really getting to know her as we clashed a lot, on everything. By the time I was mature enough and she was less assertive, it was too late as she had dementia … then she was gone.
This was supposed to be a post about knitting but I got sidetracked thinking about mom. When I knit I can’t help but think of her. So I am working on a baby blanket in a beautiful soft pink. It is so delicate and snugly. I am hoping to donate it to unit in the hospital that caters to families and their stillborn babies. A cause close to my heart. It saddens me as I knit this to know that a family will one day hold their silently born child with it. Instead of a scratchy, impersonal hospital blanket, I can only hope this soft one, made with love, will allow them to snuggle their precious gift as they say their goodbyes.