Monday, December 08, 2008

Momma's Ways

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Now on to today’s post~

This story did not make the last cut of Mom’s Little Angel, but I want to post it for you as a good example of what is in the final draft of the upcoming book (Feb. 2009):

Easter Tradition

Easter was a big event in Sara’s household. In addition to working for days to prepare the festive Easter Sunday meal and dying dozens and dozens of hardboiled eggs to hide in the yard, she made sure each of her daughters had a new Easter outfit to wear to the sunrise service. And not an outfit selected from the store racks, but a fine garment she had fashioned by hand. In a family with eleven children there wasn’t a lot of extra money but creativity and craftsmanship in sewing was found in abundance. Each year, Sara sewed feverishly in between household tasks and often late into the night for weeks to get her girls’ Easter dresses finished on time.

One year Sara wanted to make sure her daughter Adeline had an especially pretty dress to wear. Adeline had grown so much and the little girl dresses with lace and frills were no longer suitable. Sara found the perfect dress pattern and set about making the dress. However, being the mother of so many children, she could barely keep up with the day to day tasks of preparing meals and doing laundry for her brood.

No matter how hard Sarah tried to squeeze in a few stitches every day, Adeline’s dress was still unfinished on the morning of the event. Determined not to disappoint Adeline, she sewed fast and furiously in an attempt to finish the dresses before it was time to go. Frustrated and in a hurry, she ran the sharp sewing machine needle right through her thumb. Adeline looked on in horror and begged her mom to stop sewing. “I don’t have to have a new dress this Easter,” she said.

Sarah paid no attention to Adeline, quickly wrapped her thumb and continued sewing, finishing the dress just as dad hollered for all to climb into the cars (they needed two, of course).

Adeline stepped into church proud of her new dress; proud because she had witnessed first hand the love and sacrifice that went into making it, not to mention a drop of blood or two. Years later, trying to be like her mother and wanting her children to make a good impression, she made Easter outfits for her own daughters, too.

On one hectic Easter morning, Adeline hurried into church, the very one she attended as a child, panting and frazzled. A fellow member of the congregation observed the bustle of well dressed children and remarked he never understood all the trouble women go to over Easter. A second gentleman overheard the comment and turned to Adeline, smiling. “Your mother once said, ‘I dress my children in new outfits because I want them to experience the new beginning that only Easter can bring us.’”

The meaning of the tradition, a new Easter dress each year, changed for Adeline that Sunday morning. Grateful that man had remembered her mother’s words and passed them on, she gave a smile of longing. She wished her mother was alive to see that her daughter had finally come to understand that Easter was never about the pretty new outfits or impressing others, but instead, about spiritual renewal.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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