"My parents had me when they were extremely young, 20 and 21 years old. I was grown and out of my mom’s house well before she even turned forty. Now, as a 43-year-old parent to a 9 and 6-year-old, I appreciate the struggles they went through—especially my mom—to raise me so much more. Coincidentally, they both have extremely rare autoimmune diseases. My mom has Scleroderma and my dad has Pemphigus…
A few years ago I made four lockets for a bereaved mother and three of her friends. Each one was a surprise - even the one for her (which I added because it was so generous that she was giving to her friends without even getting one for herself to keep her beloved son, Will, close to her heart, too). While I was making the lockets I had this visceral urge to sit by our windows and pray, to me…
"For our Mom. To remind her we will always be her babies and we are always near. Even when we are not. Even when we have our own babies who need us and we can’t be the daughter we once were. Even when the grip of addiction is too tight and we can’t find our way out. She is always there for us and we are always with her."…
