I’m sitting tonight with some stitching and silence,
except the familiar voices coming from my trusty laptop.
For as I sew hearts with threads of varied colors,
I am listening to old recordings of my mother and Nana
chatting about family history.
Both are no longer here to share in the day-to-day events in my life.
Both are missed dearly.
I am sewing, stitching...present in the moment.
I pop in on my computer to switch to the next recording, check a stitch video or post a comment in my newly embraced community. Then I relax…settle in, cloth in hand.
And I am back in the early 1980’s listening to a mother and daughter reviewing, discovering and sharing lives intertwined. The quality is a bit fuzzy, but I listen with fine-tuned ears to the familiar banter of my family. I recognize our history and our family culture. I smile as my mom references the recent birth of my son. I pause and reflect on myself as a mother and grandmother...my daughter, my sister and her daughters...my dear friend and her mother, daughters and granddaughter...all in a long chain, a big circle of women.
Connected over time...
Listening, I hold my breath as mother and daughter try, almost in vain,
to recall some small detail in their past.
I laugh out loud at the sound of their laughter and my grandmother’s occasional swear word.
I am held captive by their excited voices trying to talk over one another
or as they complete one another’s sentences.
I embrace family phrases and sentiment and humor. I hear common values, traits and interests, for I share more than just our three generations with these two women.
I share an eternity with them. And I wallow in a sense of place.
Happy Mother’s Day
to all of the important women, both now and then.
|My Aunt, my Nana and my Mom - 1941|
|My sister and I share some laughs with our Nana|
|My sister and I sit for a photo with our mom|
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2011