Pedro’s Quilt

DSC_0089It’s done.

I finished it.

Pedro’s quilt is on his bed.

It’s not perfect.

Actually – it’s full of mistakes.

But it’s also full of love.

And dreams.

And prayers for his future.

Pedro graduates in less than three weeks and my role as his teacher will end.

But I will always be his mom.

No matter where he journeys in life –  he will take a part of my heart with him.

And this quilt.

I hope.

Measure. Cut. Sew. Snip. Press. Repeat.

I’ve spent every spare minute the past week cutting material into little tiny pieces and then sewing it back together.

Maybe I’m crazy.

At least a little addicted.

But there’s something very relaxing about cutting little squares and methodically sewing them together to make geometric designs.

Sewing Quilt

My mind wonders as I measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.

I plan menus, pray, listen to music.

Relax.

Measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.

Piece by piece quilt blocks are forming in my hands.

Green. Blue. Plaid. Solid.

Rhythm. Order. Control.

Quilt Blocks

As my hands work, my mind slowly untangles the snarls of the day, almost unconsciously.

Measure, cut, sew, snip, press, repeat.

Schedules are figured out. Projects planned.  Lists created.

Little by little my pile of finished blocks grows – a tangible and very satisfying measure of my time.

A quilt is forming.

And peace reigns.