Skip to main content

A Blanket for Amy






We eagerly await the arrival of our granddaughter and it seems she is in no hurry to be born into this world being already nine days past the due date!  I can’t wait to see her wrapped in the shell crochet patterned white blanket made by my mom whom my daughters refer to as Granny.  Here’s the story:

Every one of us has been wrapped in love by one of Granny’s blankets or throws.  When one of her grandchildren announced a baby was on the way, Granny got busy creating a baby blanket that her newest great grandchild would enjoy.  The story invokes tears when our oldest, Amy, received a package in the mail from Granny just after reaching her 90th birthday.  The present was a white baby blanket that Granny made and sent with a note saying that his baby blanket is for Amy.   Amy cherished the thought and stored the treasure on the top shelf of her closet filled with hope that she someday would conceive.

That was over eight years ago.   Granny passed in January, 2012.

When Amy arrived in San Diego she told us the rest of the story.  As she packed for the trip, she felt led to go to her closet.  That’s when a package fell from the shelf hitting her on the side of her head.  Turns out it was the blanket and Amy instinctively knew to pack it and bring it and gift it to her sister who is naming her baby after Amy.  Now the story is complete.  The blanket made with so much love is, indeed, for Amy.   










This gift needs one more thing...a blessing, so in adding to my mother’s loving stitches and as “The Grandma,” I’ve composed a prayer for this baby’s shawl:

“Heavenly Father,
Thank you for a new baby to love and cherish in our family.  Wrap baby Amy with your love as she nestles in this baby blanket.  Bless her parents with peace and wisdom as they nurture their new baby.  I pray that you will fill Susanna with a gentle spirit as she steps into the role of a big sister.  May your guidance and compassion always lead this loving family.”  Amen

Comments

  1. Kathleen March 22, 2014 at 6:48 AM

    What a beautiful story! It touches on so many elements, not the least of which is the precious linkage connecting one generation to another ... then another ... etc. So excited for this new chapter in all your lives to unfold or, in this case, to be delivered.

    Love,
    Kathleen

    ReplyDelete
  2. Mevely317March 22, 2014 at 8:49 AM

    If I didn't "know" you, I'd swear this was a Hallmark moment.
    Then again, no. Not even Hallmark couldn't conceive something this beautiful.
    Through my teary eyes, I too am so excited for this new chapter in your lives!

    Hugs,
    Myra


    ReplyDelete
  3. DeniseMarch 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM

    Such a precious story, bless you.

    ReplyDelete
  4. AnonymousMarch 24, 2014 at 5:29 PM

    Beautiful. Grace.

    ReplyDelete
  5. DeeMarch 24, 2014 at 6:03 PM

    beautiful......

    ReplyDelete
  6. JoyMarch 24, 2014 at 8:49 PM

    So touching and sweet. Yes, as a grandmother, good to leave something nice to our grandchildten. You gave me an idea:)

    ReplyDelete
  7. CeilMarch 25, 2014 at 9:49 AM

    Hi Mary! Congratulations on the new little one. I hope she is born by now? And this blanket story is so touching. God gives us such wonderful families and traditions.

    Enjoy!
    Ceil

    ReplyDelete
  8. SharonMarch 25, 2014 at 1:55 PM

    Oh, Mary, this was beautiful! Can't wait to hear all the details about the arrival of your granddaughter. (And may it be soon?!)

    I love heirlooms like this. And what a legacy of love your mom left behind.

    GOD BLESS!

    ReplyDelete
  9. a joyful noiseMarch 25, 2014 at 6:11 PM

    Thank you for sharing with us here at “Tell Me a Story,” your beautiful story and how the lovely blanket reached Amy. Grandma must be smiling up in heaven by now.

    ReplyDelete
  10. caryjoMarch 27, 2014 at 5:48 PM

    What a blessing!!! Just grabbed my heart, filled me with smiles. Thanks.

    ReplyDelete
  11. cairncottageMarch 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM

    What a sweet story! And that blanket, I'm sure, will be a cherished heirloom for many generations to come!! Already, I see what a blessing this little one has brought to every family member!!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Surprise at the Mall

I lost touch with a writer friend.  I missed her and her cheerful blog posts.  We met up in a most unusual way!  I’m still in awe of how it happened. I finished my shopping at the mall and took a short cut to get to the parking lot.  The path led me through the food court.  The smell of Chicken Fajitas stopped me in my tracks.  I planned lunch elsewhere, but now I followed my nose. I chewed my first bite of chicken taco salad when, out of nowhere, a loud redhead moved rapidly past the tables and into the booth with me.  “I know you !”  She shouted.  I pondered if I knew this crazy lady.  Did she mistake me for someone else?  She shouted louder and stuck her finger in my face:  “ You’re Mary; you have a blog called Pile of Smiles and you live in the Verde Valley .”   It took me a second to compose myself.  I stopped chewing my food.  I know I stared too long at her face and then she said:...
48 comments
Read more

Hitched to a Rough Road

Photo Credit:  Peggy James I got his email and wanted to shout:  “Hey, buster, does the phrase “continued behavior pattern” mean anything to you?  But I didn’t. Travis is at it again.  His email revealed a litany of complaints about our neighborhood, our country road, our board officers, bad decisions made that will cost him money , yada-yada-yada . Travis is a Christian brother but you’d never know it. He is a large, loud man who shoots his mouth off as often as he shoots his guns back here in the hills.  He interrupts at our road meetings and, like a typical hothead, he speaks truth but with a tone that makes me feel like I need to duck in case some of his words fly at me and smack me upside the face. I thought we were making progress, but we’re not. It is our rough road that brings us together .  Last year we picked up the neglected pieces of our road association.  We agreed to assemble once again to talk, make decisio...
37 comments
Read more

Mama's Lipstick

I always wished I could do things with my mom like shop in the mall, share makeup secrets or go to the movies and watch romantic comedies.  My wish never materialized.     My mama behaved like a tomboy.   She loved baseball and pitched with a strong right arm.   She could care less about the latest fashion or the latest movies featured on the big screen.   She never polished her fingernails.    One day after elementary school, I walked into the house to find my mom all dolled up in front of the bathroom mirror, foundation crème, powder, eyebrow pencil and rouge all over the counter sink.  “Who are you?” I asked, thrilled to see my mama putting on the Ritz.  Makeup in place and blotted, she immediately took it off.  “I don’t like the way it feels,” she exclaimed. She retired in Arizona and protected her dry lips with a light rose lipstick, the color of natural lips, a step above ChapStick.  She wore it a few tim...
55 comments
Read more