It's the Little Things...

 

You're going to have to excuse me if I make a mistake here & the quality of the images, as this post is written strictly out of pure emotion & love & even as I write it, my eyes are still tearing up.

 

 

A few weeks ago, I saw a dear crochet friend post a picture of this beautiful little crocheted thread box with pretty little roses on it. I thought it was really beautiful & I thought my Mom would have loved one. It truly reminded me of the things she used to love & decorate her house with.

 

I contacted my friend Cara & asked her if I could place an order for one. I told her it was a gift for my Mom & I had planned to give it to her for Mother's Day. I told her Mom's favorite colors were peach, pink & purple & that I thought it might be a nice gift for her.

 

 

As I've mentioned before my Mom has Alzheimer's & I take care of her full time. I didn't know if she would like the gift or even understand what it was, but I still wanted to give it to her & tell her I loved her. If nothing else, I thought it would be something pretty for her to look at & something she might enjoy.

 

Well, the package got here today & I knew I couldn't wait for Mother's day to give it to her! I figured time for her doesn't really exist anyway & I thought it might make her happy. So I opened the box & I gave it to my Mom & her eyes cleared from the fog she usually lives in & she smiled. Not a fake smile or a glossy glazed over one, but a REAL honest to goodness Mom Smile! The kind I miss so much seeing every day!

 

I had no idea she would have that kind of a reaction. It just melted my heart & brought tears to my eyes. I grabbed my cell phone & I snapped a couple of quick pictures of her with the box.

 

I asked her if she knew where she wanted to put it & she pointed over to the Precious Moments figurines on the table that have always been her "special" things. So we put it on the table with them & she stood there & looked at it for a few minutes. Then she managed a "That's pretty" & she bent over to pick up the box again. I wasn't really sure what she was going to do with it, so I just kind of stood back & watched her for a second.

 

She shuffled back over to the couch where she sits with the box & she held onto it. I asked her if she wanted to put it on the arm of the couch where her little lamb she calls Fuzzy is & the little crocheted Angel I made for her at Christmas time. She nodded her head & she got this great big little kid smile & set it down next to the little lamb & angel.

 





At that point I knew she really loved it because anything she really cherishes or wants to see every day goes right there on the arm of the couch.

She picked the box back up again & gently touched the little roses on the top. She set it back down & she looked at it again & smiled. For the next few minutes that was the pattern; pick it up, touch the roses, put it down, smile.

A few minutes later, she looked up at me & she smiled again. She touched the roses on the top & said "that's pretty" again & then she looked at me once more & said "Thank you".

I just smiled at her & said "You're welcome Mom. I love you." She nodded her head & said "love too."

That is the most she's said to me in probably a week. At that point I couldn't hold back the tears & I just started crying & thought about what a wonderful gift my friend had made for my mom.

 

It may be just a pretty little crocheted thread box to someone else's eyes, but to me it's a beautiful gift that made my Mom really truly smile! It doesn't happen often, but when it does, its precious & I cherish those kinds of responses from her.

 

I sat there & thought for a little bit about how wonderful it is just to know that sometimes it's the little things that make her smile for real. So to my dear friend who made this beautiful box, I thank you. Not only for the box & the beautiful gift you made for my Mom, but even more so for the priceless Smile you gave her today.

 

I thank God I was able to capture it for real & that now this piece of my Mom is forever with me.

 

 

 May you all remember to cherish the little things.

 

God Bless,

 

Michelle K

The Perfect Knot.