If ribbon curling were an Olympic sport, my mom would have surely taken home the gold. This woman lived to wrap packages. When the holidays came around she was in all her glory.
Today, being the first night of Hanukkah, I needed to do a little last minute wrapping and went in search of a scissor. There in my kitchen drawer I found one that I had rescued from her house when I was cleaning it out. I thought to myself, ‘just like Elaine to have a floral scissor.’ And then I remembered that I had bought it for her. Perhaps as part of a Hanukkah present one year. This actually looks like her!
At that moment I was so thrilled to have saved this item. There were so many things I had to let go of, but there are special little everyday items of hers that I have sprinkled around my house to remind me of her. Every room has a little bit of Elaine in it. My brother and dad notice when they are here. Hopefully it gives them the same comfort it gives me.
There is no real need to have her ‘things’ around, other than to make my home feel like hers did. She is everywhere I go, in everything I do. So much of her lives in me now. And I am proud to carry out her traditions, both big and small, to honor the type of mother she was. Again, I hope this gives my family comfort.
Let me tell you, that crazy ribbon curler would be damn proud of what her scissor and I turned out on that package tonight.
How lovely to share a little bit of Elaine on the first night of Hanukkah.
Happy and healthy to those of you who are of the tribe.
3 responses to “Time to Cry Tuesday – Olympic Ribbon Curling”
you know how to leave a room laughing and crying at the same time- quite a gift my friend
Thanks, Renee. Happy Hanukkah, my friend.
Such an nice sentiment. Hugs!