Today I put up some Christmas decorations in my home. There are three pine cones that I use every year. I pull them out of their box, and remember my older daughter who painted them forty years ago. We had collected them together. I can still see her little hands painting, and her joy of seeing the colour come onto them. She was about three. The pleasure they give me is simple, but so rich and deep. I wonder often about the heart of a mother. Really, three old pine cones!
I know what you mean, Mave lol! We mothers keep things that literaly "only a mother could love!"
ReplyDeletePrecious and irreplacable to us :-)
I love your pinecones - I'd keep them too ! blessings ..Trish
as a mom...I totally get this. I pull things out my girls made when they were little..even some of the clothes they wore and my heart melts. Those pine cones are beautiful...worth so much.
ReplyDeleteOh, THIS mother's heart is nodding right along side you. My oldest is not yet 22 so I can't imagine how I will feel to hold some of her special things 20 years from now.
ReplyDeleteBut I pray that I will!
Mave, I can so relate to your mother heart. I, too, drag out things from my daughter's early years and find them both comforting and, on those emotional days, a bit heartwrenching. Where did the time go?
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Always good to see you at Simple Pleasures.
You kept them for all this time? They are in perfect shape. Has she seen them yet?
ReplyDeleteGood for you!!!
Oh, your photo and description brought tears.... I have two little bears in picnic baskets made by a friend when she was dying of bone cancer. Her friends sent the ornaments to my two young sons that Christmas after her death, more than 25 years ago. I cry each time I put them on the tree.
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet treasure and a simple pleasure
ReplyDeletethanks for shairng