Hands Of Time

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As a little girl, I remember my mother and her friends sitting around a quilt while I lay underneath. I would watch their hands cast shadows across the different color swatches, their needles bobbing up and down. I felt safe listening to their laughter float through the room.

As a young woman, I waited with anticipation for the time when I would be allowed to take my place at the quilt. I remember my mother patiently showing me how to stitch and tie. I watched in amazement as her hands glided across the fabric and I longed for the day when I could do what she did.

As a mother, I sat listening to the women wander effortlessly through years of shared memories and took comfort in knowing I was not alone. As time passed, I noticed my mother’s hands growing old and I realized for the first time that her worries, her tears, and her laughter were tied into her quilts.

As a grandmother, I move a little slower and see a little further. I remember those friends who have gone on before. I appreciate the simple joys in life. I smile as I watch my own daughter noticing my wrinkled hands and I understand that quilting is more than just stitching fabric together. It is stitching hearts together. Looking back, I see that the most important lesson I learned was not how to quilt… but how to love.