There are so many things our mothers do for us that are taken for granted, and too often are never given a second thought - or even a first. Mom was always doing something for someone. She did everything cheerfully and with love. When I was ten years old, she did something for me that I will never forget. At the time, I was appreciative, but as an adult I realize just how much she gave, and with no thought for herself. Mom was a full time switchboard operator at a busy taxi company. She always came home very tired, but happy to be with her family. I was one of three siblings then (the fourth came a few years later), and every day, after her hard day at work, Mom would listen with great interest and enthusiasm to all of our endless prattlings and long, drawn out stories that we had saved up all day to tell her. On this particular day, I was very upset, as I had to tell Mom something important, and should have told her much earlier: My school was having a *Theme Day*, and the children were to dress in costume, each classroom having a different theme. Our theme was Native Indians, and I needed a costume. Though Mom was exhausted from working all day, she made dinner and got right to work on my costume. But I was horrified to discover that she was using an old fifty-pound potato sack for my costume! I couldn't wear a potato sack! I wouldn't! I cried and pleaded with her, hoping she would find a better solution. Mom tried to reassure me that it would be okay, but it didn't make me feel any better. I went to bed that night, not wanting to face the morning, and secretly planned to go to school the next day without a costume. I would just tell my teacher that I forgot. When I awoke the next morning, Mom was up and dressed for work, and had just put the finishing touches on my costume. I looked at it reluctantly, but to my delight, it was wonderful! I tried it on, and it fit me perfectly! I couldn't believe that such a good costume could have come from an old burlap sack! Mom was very pleased with the outcome, and especially with my reaction, but she looked tired, and said that she had to get dressed for work. I said, "Mom, you're already dressed!" and she replied, "I can't wear these clothes to work today. I wore them yesterday." It was then that I realized Mom had stayed up all night, sewing my costume, and then had to go to work, without having slept at all. I went happily to school that day, and my costume was voted the best in the class. I will always remember that costume, and how good it made me feel. Much later in my life I thought about how much was given in the making of it, and how much love was sewn into every stitch. |