Moms Advice

      As I sat at my sewing machine fully engrossed in reading the instructions for what I was about to begin making, a foam ball hit me in the head.  I looked up to see a laughing Carter dash out of the room.  I didn't follow him out explaining AGAIN why we don't throw balls at peoples heads....I'll get another opportunity.  Instead,  I  sat there thinking these thoughts:  What am I thinking?  Why am I going to attempt a sewing project?  Why do this to myself?  I don't think this is going to work today.  My phone rings...it's my mom. 

     "Hello, Jo", she says as usual.
     "Hello, how are you", I reply as usual.
     "I'm doing okay...what's little Carter up to?"
     "He just hit me in the head with a ball and ran out of the room.  I don't know what he's doing now."
     "That little stinker...he's so sweet."
     "If you say so."  "I'm trying to get started on those matching coats for Emily and her doll but I think I may just not even do it."
     "Amy, are you listening to me?"

My mom usually begins her advice with that statement.  

     "Yes, I'm listening", I answer.
     "I want you to start working on the coat Emily wants you to make for her and her doll and I want you to work on it until you're done."
     "Mom...my house will explode with clutter and crumbs.  I may not come out alive!"  I tease.  "It's too big of a project for me right now."
     "Amy... you're not listening to me....Emily is not going to be a little girl forever and you need to sew those coats for her and her doll."  "Don't think about your house and everything else you need to do...it'll be there tomorrow and the next day...RELAX and ENJOY sewing something for your little girl".
     "Okay, Mom."

So I did. 

 

I knew what I needed to do, but sometimes I guess I still need to be reminded.  I never go wrong listening to my mom's advice...especially the advice she gave me the day I came home from pre-school in tears after having been tormented by Doss Ash....

"Hit'em back...harder than he hit you". 

I love my mom.