Since having my son, I haven’t been sewing much. It’s hard to find the time to settle in for a project or the space to spread out away from little hands. I had thought for a bit that maybe it was time to put it all aside for a bit.
And then I started piecing together a quilt that I had cut out months ago. During those meditative moments of sandwiching the batting between the layers of fabric and picking out stitches, I realized that sewing is more meaningful to me now than it’s ever been.
Sitting at the machine after the baby is asleep, I feel connected to my mom. Many nights as I settled in to sleep, she’d be up late sewing. Sometimes it would be a Halloween costume for me or jackets to wear over her scrubs. Other times it would be mending for my sisters or hemming a pair of pants for a friend. That whir of the machine and the thunk of the presser foot somehow lulled me to sleep.
I think of that now as I take the time I can to sew. Maybe one day my son will have the same memories of his mama working long into the night on wonderful things for him and the people we love.
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