One piece of personal information stated on my mothers' driver's
license is erroneous. No, I'm not talking about her weight. I think
just about every one of us puts down a number we wouldn't be
embarrassed to have someone else see. No.... I'm talking about
where it states the color of her eyes. Someone, that day, wasn't
looking very closely and haphazardly wrote "blue". So wrong!
Those eyes that can captivate you without a lick of makeup are...
"Steel Blue"! Mother was blessed with these gorgeous eyes that stood
out on their own merit. She was one lucky lady!
However, as mother aged the brilliance started to diminish. I attributed
it to being a natural occurrence. But there were other things I started
to notice as well. I noticed that at restaurants she would pick up the
menu, take a few moments to peruse the choices, then place it back
down on the table saying, "I bet they could make me a ham and cheese
sandwich". Or there was the time she was adamant that Oprah had
developed a line on the side of her mouth. She touched the tv screen,
saying, "See? Right there!". I clearly saw nothing. The one that
finally left me with no doubt of what was going on was when I found
her in front of the refrigerator, door open, hands cupped around her
eyes, trying to find what she was searching for. Mother had no idea I
was in the room witnessing this.
"Mom, you need to have cataract surgery! Your quality of life is not
what it could be. Let's make an appointment with the doctor and
get this taken care of!" Quite a few years passed before her
stubbornness, fueled with fear, subsided. But just last week she
had her SECOND eye operated on! My mother, at the age of
90, finally took care of herself! And, as the surgeon told her, "You
did good, sweet girl!!"
It's a new beginning... a fresh start! Mother, a children's
librarian in the past, a voracious reader who left her job in the
evenings to return home with three books clutched in her arms,
needed to be reminded that once again she could spend her time
reading the words on the pages. I wanted to present her with the
gift of a book bag... one she could hang from the handles of her
walker. Out came my sewing machine and this is what I created....
Choosing a luscious fabric with tones of blue, reminiscent of the color of
her eyes, I paired it with a cream burlap ~ unwashed, this time.
Various pieces of vintage lace ~ buttons ~ fabric flowers ~ and leather
handles adorn the outside.
And inside I am placing a copy of Country Living ~ British Edition...
The photography is delightful.....
And a copy of Laura Bush's autobiography (in large print form) .......
... not for the politics, but to read about a woman of great strength,
a fellow librarian, and a woman who also possesses brilliant blue eyes.
I'm sure on her driver's license it says "blue" but I wonder how
George would describe them??!!