Grateful for my mother

Cutting a pattern

Black marker on paper

5.5 x 8.5 inches

Barbara Muir © 2019
(This doesn't do my mother

justice.  She was beautiful.)

I can’t help but think about my mother on Thanksgiving weekend. She was
the kind of person who was quintessentially perfect for Thanksgiving.
She made wonderful pumpkin pies, sometimes she even made the ice cream.
My mom could probably cook and stuff a turkey for any size crowd in her sleep. 
That doesn't mean she wouldn't be nervous about every aspect of the meal,
but she could do it. She loved good china, and a table set with pretty dishes
and flowers.

But another reason that I think of her now is that she died on Thanksgiving
day seven years ago. And it feels like she’s been gone a for very long time. 

I think of her on a gorgeous day like today. If she'd been visiting we would
have taken her out to our favourite park, and she would’ve loved the high
waves crashing against the shore. She would also have loved how the geese
and swans absolutely love Steven.  We had so much fun feeding the birds
today.  
 
This is an Inktober drawing I did last year of my mother sewing a dress with
beautiful Florentine cloth that she bought on a visit to Italy with my father. My
mother was good at anything that she tried. 

She was a brilliant woman with a masters in Bacteriology. She would have been
upset with what’s going on in the world with COVID-19. And it would have
driven her crazy that some people refuse to wear masks, and want to pretend
that this worldwide growing pandemic is not real.

If your Mom is alive, and it's safe to be with her on Thanksgiving -- give her
a hug. And have a wonderful day.