The Thoughtfulness Of My Second Mother Had Me In Tears!Angela Banker
Do you have a friend that you don’t see for a long time and you pick up like you were never apart? I have one of those. Shanna, my best friend since the age of two, is that person. We live states apart and currently only see each other once a year. Our lives may have drifted apart in other directions, but our hearts, our friendship has always been strong.
The exact same goes for Shanna’s family. I have adored them since my toddler years. In fact, I always referred to them as my second parents. They were going to be our guardians if anything ever happened to my parents. It was a good thing we all got along so well.
When Shanna comes up for a visit to her parents, I never miss the opportunity to come down to visit. Beth, my second mom, was excited to see me. Her enthusiasm warmed my heart. She directed me into her bedroom to show me something. Beth does some amazing quilts, so it was to no surprise that I saw one in progress. She began to explain that her quilting guild was given an assignment. This assignment was for breast cancer and they needed to utilize the color pink in the design. She knew right away who she was dedicating the piece to. She handed me a piece of paper with what her label was going to say. There I was, with a piece of paper in hand and tears in my eyes.
To Four Brave Women:
Myrna – Mother
Linda – Daughter
Erica – Granddaughter
Angela – Granddaughter.
The quilt Beth is making is amazing, as they always are. She has designed it to use only one fabric. The quilt is still a work in progress and I cannot wait to see how it turns out.
A work in progress. That’s what we all are; at least I know I am. I am forever growing and changing. I can change my views and my opinions based on my experiences. I can change my attitude for the better. I can grow in my faith as God continues to show his presence in my life. Just as Beth’s quilt is currently a work in progress where she can change the shape of her design or move the colors to a different corner, so is my life. At some point in time, that quilt will be finished and perfect; I never will be. I am a work in progress!
To my “Second Family”: You mean the world to me. Thank you for always being by my side no matter the distance. You have shown me love, provided your support, and continue to wish nothing but the best for our family as we face cancer.
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