Sunday, May 9, 2010

To all you hard working mother.

I posted this over a year ago, in time for Mother's day, and today I still feel the same. She was amazing, she wasn't a mommy type and yet she loved us and worked with us with no help and no money. She was the partner to the farming man. She ran the house, and my dad worked the farm.

I realized that her having eight children must have at times driven her crazy. However, with each day and every challenge she made it work. We knew we were loved, some days tolerated, but mostly loved.

I think of us as a crazy quilt because each are so different and unique, just like that piece of fabric that she would use in her quilts. Often she would have to use her creativity and make the pieces fit. At times the challenge must of seemed overwhelming. Mom started being a mom at age seventeen, she died when she was 91years of age.

She was relentless when it came to her family. Often at her wits end she would pull all the crazy pieces together and sew them into that 12 inch square and set them aside to look back on them as a challenge survived. Or maybe a time she when something wondrous took place and felt that we were a finely designed pattern.

When all was said and done, the quilt was magnificent. During her last journey of six months she could see the crazy quilt in every one of us as we visited her. This was her final masterpiece. The quilt was beautiful. We were the best work she had ever done.

When you come to your end on this earth you will see that the love you gave to your family and friends will be the quilt of your life. Make sure your quilt is the best it can be.

God Bless my family and those who love me.


  1. What a beautiful tribute to a wonderful mother. I love the comparison to a quilt. So true, and I have never thought of it that way. Our family isn't as big but the quilt is still the same.
    Thanks and Happy Mothers Day xx

  2. Very wonderful post about a wonderful person....I miss my mom, too...she passed away a few years ago. Mother's Day will never be the same for me now that my own mom has passed.