Mother’s Dream Quilt+Momastery=CarryOnWarrior!
I MADE THAT QUILT!
I don’t use ALL-CAPS for just anything, so you can trust that I’m excited. And overwhelmed. Pretty much my normal state but enhanced.
What’s this all about?
That lovely brutiful, messy warrior-mama is Glennon Melton, of Momastery. She is standing next to my friend and colleague C, who lives in the state where I grew up.
The state I lived in during the Before Time–before my dad died. When I was happy, and life was magical, and possibilities were endless.
It’s a Mother’s Dream Quilt, and I made it for C to take to Glennon at Glennon’s book-signing. It made it on time–despite my fumbling on a Saturday morning at the post office, which somehow always mystifies me. Which envelope? Which label? Where do I put them? These things confuse me.
It made it on time, despite my desperate attempts to hide the tiny–but crucial–missing 1/4 inch seam allowance on the outside that resulted from my miscalculations when I resized the pattern to accommodate the (faded) Moms Demand Action logo from my t-shirt.
It made it on time despite the pain in my neck and shoulder and tingling that goes all the way down to my left thumb and wrist whenever I type or sew or try to do anything, like, you know, sleep.
It made it. I made it. I made it despite all the self-doubts and pain and self-criticism as I made mistakes and covered them, thinking all the while, if anybody will understand that, it’s Glennon. Glennon gets that life is brutiful–beautiful and brutal. (She likes to play Fictionary!)
She is part of the reason that I started blogging, to make sense out of my life, to feel connected and not so lonely.
And now Glennon has this quilt that I made of fabric from my daughter’s nursery–my daughter who misses the grandfather she will never know–carried to her by new friend that I feel so lucky to have met because the events at Sandy Hook brought so many Warrior Mamas out of the woodwork to come together and say “enough!” and make our country safer. And now we support and nourish each other as we make our communities safer for our children and grandchildren.
And I am in tears from the beauty and sadness and vulnerability and strength of it all.
Maybe she’ll join us? Maybe you will too?