Mothers Day Quilt
(Written by Keith Kluksdahl)
My Mom lives in South Dakota, about 1500 miles away. Yet, I couldn't be closer
to her if she lived next door. Over the course of my life, we've shared experiences
that have given us the closeness. Ours is a patchwork quilt of memories.
There's a patch from the matching shirts Mom made for us when the family
vacationed at Disneyland, where there was no doubt to anyone who saw us that
we were a family.
There's a patch of wet carpet from the time I dragged the lawn sprinkler into
the living room as Mom watched helplessly from her classroom across the street.
There's a piece of a scarf that she carefully wrapped around my neck each
time I went outside in the winter.
There's a patch of one of her good towels, greasy from the numerous times my
brother and I used more towel than soap to wash our hands after working on
an engine.
There's a patch of my college graduation gown because Mom made sure that we
knew we would finish college after Dad died.
There's a patch of Navajo blanket from the time she took out a loan to move
to Arizona and worried her children since she didn't have a job waiting for
her when she left.
In between these larger patches are the many, many smaller ones from the
times when she smiled at me, hugged me, and said 'I love you' to me. These
patches may be small, but because of the number of them, they make up the
bulk of this quilt.
A mother is a very special gift from God. There is nothing quite like a
mother, and words cannot begin to describe the love and caring that she
represents. All I can do is pray for her well being, thank God for her, and
tell her I love her each and every time I get the chance.
*Copyright 1996 by Keith Kluksdahl
"Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her.
Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
Proverbs 31:28-29
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