As a mom, there are a few things that really touches my heart – the smiles and laughter of my son, the special dad and son bonding moments, when my son tells me “Mommy I love you!” (especially from a two-and-a-half year-old boy), and this…
I kept this blanket and two other similar ones as mementos from my childhood days. These were apparently painstakingly hand-sewn by my grand-aunt to celebrate my birth. I used them when I was little and it’s meaningful now to pass down to my son, even though he doesn’t yet understand the meaning of heirloom or heritage for that matter. I secretly hope that he will keep them and pass to his children (wonder if I’ll have to chance to see that).
Seeing blankets like this also makes me appreciate the skills of people in olden days. I believe not many of us know how to sew these blankets now (some of us don’t even know how to mend our clothes with a needle and thread). It’s a pity that many of these skills are now a lost art. If I could, I would really love to learn how to sew this and make one for my son. But then again, I may not have the patience to finish – the thought of collecting the myriad pieces of cloth is deterrence enough!
So the best I can do is to keep these blankets in great condition and hopefully my grandchildren will get to use them too!
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