Welcome to a page of my book, "Exploring Home." This is an excerpt from that book- pages 112-113.
When I was a young child, my mom made all of my clothes. In every photo captured of me as a child- usually awkwardly posing in front of a long, over-draped Christmas tablecloth made to look like a backdrop- I was always wearing head-to-toe “Made by Mom” outfits.
As I grew older, I begged my mom to stop utilizing her craft... to no longer make me clothes or anything handmade because I believed it was a catalyst behind why I was bullied in school. But there was something about creating a handmade item that made my mother so happy and filled her soul with joy. She continued to make me other handmade items instead, like stained glass, floral arrangements, jewelry, stuffed animals, or greeting cards. It wasn’t until I was older that I understood how much it meant to her. Being creative was my mother’s way of showing love to the people in her life. It was important to her, so I began to reach out to my mom more, asking for help with sewing costumes, painting a piece of furniture in my home, or framing my artwork. It was in those moments together that my mom and I grew closer and became more like friends. It was while we were creating something together that I realized how strong her love was for me.
Now all I wish for is for my mom to give me homemade gifts. I wish to be able to watch her as she carefully sews me a dress or places beads on a thread to form a necklace. I wish to be able to sit next to her as we make a costume together, and to have just one more creative moment with her.