Mom visited this week. A few weeks back she “announced” she was coming. I didn’t mind. Funny thing was I had started making plans and knew I would have to change them. Ah, well. It was all good.
We did the rounds of shopping, including visiting two yarn shops. I was inspired to start some serious crocheting for the holidays. I’ve been doing this for the past several years. I hadn’t crocheted for quite some time. I re-started when I was facing a lay-off. It was productive and relaxing. I was hooked, so to speak. The crocheting has been prolific ever since.
The yarn shops had very beautiful and luxurious fibers. I could spend hours examining the skeins, imaging what I would make. For now, I settled on a few small items.
Back at home Mom settled back on the couch and watched me crochet. As I worked my way through the yarn I would show her my progress. A couple of times I wasn’t satisfied with the outcome so I pulled it apart and started again. We enjoyed talking about the stitches and the “finished objects.” At first she talked about taking all the items I made back with her so she could give them out. She had no room in her suitcase. I had already given her a shawl and several scarves. I would mail the other items; she enjoyed giving them out.
On a different note, I am always introspective at this time of year. There are a lot of reasons for this. As I look back on this year I’ve considered the tremendous amount of change that took place. I started a new position in a different department…traveled on the job…met new people…was greatly challenged…began to feel more secure in the new position…Al supported me…Mija was settling into the school year…was it a successful year? Well, let’s just say that I was satisfied. More on this in a future post.
When we took Mom to the airport I saw our reflections in the two glass doors leading into the terminal. When I looked at our reflections I had another brief flash of introspection. I saw my Mom’s reflection and mused that this is what I would look like in twenty years. We have similar features. We have short hair. Hers is white, mine is mostly silver. We each walk with a limp, depending on how tired our legs are. She has grown old gracefully and I wondered if I was doing the same.
I only see her a couple of times a year, so I wondered how many future visits there would be…ever. I wasn’t sad about that thought. I realized we would have to make the most of every single visit no matter when they may be. With that in mind we said our good-byes. Even though I didn’t know when I’d see her again I knew she would call when she got home. She did. That’s my mom, ever faithful.