My mom passed away in April / 2013, two days after my sons 5th birthday.
There are 5 of us in my family. 1 sister 3 brothers and then after a long break…… me, the baby. My mom waited a long, long time for me to have kids. She loved having babies around the house, It made the holidays better she said. When i had my son everything about it was text book, he came and life changed. My mom adored him, and he adored her. He still often talks about his Oma, i know he hurts. My mom was a crocheter and knitter. She made beautiful things and felt gifts made by hand where the best kind. My son got a yellow and white blanket.
Me and my husband went for it, another child, a sibling and hopefully a forever best friend for our son. When i lost the first baby, my mom told me she had started a blanket. As tough as i know my mom was, she was sad and hurt. She suffered the loss of babies as well and i know she was hurt that, i, her baby, had to go through that kind of pain. We tried again, second loss. When i got pregnant with my daughter, my mom said she was going to wait to make one for her, it was a rocky pregnancy.When my mom brought my son into the delivery room shortly after she was born i remember hearing her say “i can breathe again” Meaning she held her breath for her. She had mentioned that she had a blanket for her, but that was all that was said. My mom got sick and all else waited and the little things where not important. After a horrible battle my mom was gone.
When i went over to help my brother clean out some of my moms things and i found this blanket in a bag, i brought it home for Madz. I hope my mom can see how much she loves it. I will keep it safe for my daughter, Madelyn, to one day give it to her baby.
Mom, I wish you could of spent more time with my kids.