Meet Oma doll.
My youngest daughter asked me to make her a doll that looked like her late Oma shortly after she passed away. It shook me at first, but I started to work on it over the summer and am 98% finished. It was emotionally draining for me, but perhaps it was a little bit healing too.
My best friend asked me what the heck I was doing making this doll, and all I said was I think this is what my girl needs to heal, and if this helps her, than I have to make it. It is all hand sewn, and made with more love than I have put into making anything before.
My daughter hugged it tonight, and I know it was the right thing to do. It still hurts like crazy, but we have each other, and take one day at a time.
On another note, I just got back two of mom's quilt tops that I had sent out to be quilted. I just have to do the binding and they are ready to be given away. One is for my oldest daughter, and while I am going to try to have it ready for her birthday, it might end up being for Christmas.
It's nice having a few of these projects end as I feel I have so many on the go. But again, one day at a time.
I miss you mom.
2 comments:
You brought tears to my eyes.
Beautiful blog, beautiful doll, beautiful act of kindness.
My Mom did a similar thing when my Dad passed away. She never regretted it.
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