The Gift of Time
Just one of my many fond memories of my most dearest, sweetest, and forever precious mother are of when I was very little and she would take a break from her oh so many chores to sit down and have a cup of tea. She would look over and say, “Laura, go get your coloring book.” I'd sit real close to her, my little hands turning each page as to find the perfect picture I wanted to color. Remarkably the page opposite was always the picture that she wanted to color. She would start out by boldly outlining the object and then color the inside saying, “Look Laura all in one direction, do the shading all in one direction.” I would admire and copy her work with awe beyond compare. She would always have us finish by signing our names to our art work. At first guiding the crayon in my hand and tracing out my name until I became old enough to do it myself. Marking our memories and proudly taking ownership of what we created. There have been way too many beautiful memories to share of my gift of time with my most wonderful mother. All of the colors she introduced to me throughout my lifetime have continued to build and create the beautiful pieces in the picture of my life today. I will always hold dear to my heart all of the wonderful things my mother has taught me and shared with me, especially the gift of her time.