labour of love
The Christmas of grade 2 I received my first brand new doll. I was overjoyed with the soft-bodied, blonde-haired beauty and she went everywhere with me. Needless to say, by Autumn she was looking a little worse for wear. One night after I fell asleep, Mom snuck her out of my arms to do some damage control. After her very long day of work, by kerosene lamp, she took needle and thread and scissors and prettied up my baby. I woke the next morning to find her tucked back into my arms.
As a child, I never fully appreciated that effort; as an adult I can only stand in admiration.
Posted by Debbie
Saturday August 24, 2013 at 6:00 pm