My students are doing their informative speeches. A nontraditional student did her speech on quilting. I knew this was her topic, but I hadn't even considered how I would respond to it. Mom tied a lot of quilts for herself, her kids and grandkids, and for others through her church. While I listened to my student's speech, I had the tightness in my stomach and the burning in the back of my eyes that always prefaces a powerful emotional reaction. As she showed different quilting frames, I thought of the plans that Mom had been making for this past summer to set up her quilting frame in the basement and teaching my girls how to tie quilts. The quilt tops are finished, and I should tie them w/ the girls to carry out Mom's plans.
In Mom's sewing room there's hundreds of quilt squares in all sizes, colors, and patterns that Mom cut out....probably during the winters while Dad was watching TV. Someone should turn all those squares into quilt tops. I don't know if I have it in me, both ability and stability. In a frame, also in her sewing room, Mom kept a partial quilt top that her mom had started. I think she found it to be a special connection that she shared w/ the mother she never knew. I feel like I need to do something w/ all the quilt tops and squares to keep that connection w/ my mom. Maybe that should be my project for my second year of mourning.
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