
My mother is a wonderful, beautiful woman who I have tried to emulate in a number of ways over the years. One of those things involves making special heirloom crib blankets for new babies in the family. These blankets are painstakingly hand-stitched over the course of several months, perhaps even taking over a year to complete. The tiny little stitches in different colors create a fabulous picture on the blanket. Then padding and backing are sewn on and finally the edging and lace are added.
In 1999 I purchased all of the materials to make one of these blankets for a friend of mine. I took the blanket back and forth to Turkey and Saudi Arabia with good intentions, but I did not finish the blanket in time to give it to my friend for the birth of her little boy.
When I moved to England, I packed the blanket in a box and didn't pull it out again until my deployment to Bosnia. I thought I could surely complete it during my five months there, but I didn't even come close.
On my move back to the US (Florida to be exact), the blanket was once again placed in the bottom of a box and forgotten for several months. Since I always took it on my deployments, it was only right that I should also take it to Baghdad in 2005. But this time it was never even taken out of my bag.
Then in October, when we found out Cooper was on the way, I pulled the blanket out of the bottom of a box for the last time. I may be over-exaggerating when I say that I had been working on this blanket for nearly 10 years, it had been all over the world with me, and it was only about 10% complete.
When Mom and the rest of my family came to visit in December, I had the blanket out on the sofa. I confessed to her that as much as I would like to finish this blanket before Cooper was born, I didn't think I had the time or patience to do so. Perhaps subconsciously I hoped Mom would do what she did and offer to finish it for me.
We rarely spoke of the blanket again between December and this past weekend when Mom gave it to us. What a treasure; the love she put into this for our little boy.
Thank you, Mom, for having the focus and patience that I will probably never be able to emulate.
