the silliest things

I have a few different blogs that I visit daily, hoping to find new tidbits of life and love that I can take in. Some hit the funny bone, some hit the anger button (usually *with* the blogger, not *against*), and today, it hit the heart.

I went to "A Simple Woman", to see what she put up on her daily posting of "Simply Autumn", where she shares a new picture of something from around her home in the month of October. Very country and lovely, I must say. Still, I had no idea that today's post would hit me so hard. She was focusing on the big wooden chicken scissor holder her father made...I focused on the tomato pin cushions.

My mom had a tomato pin cushion that she used when she would sew, which was all the time. I had Barbie clothes, dresses and shirts that she would make for me and I would wear happily. Everytime she sewed, she had her tomato next to her, pins going in, pins coming out. I remember sitting there, making patterns with the stickpins, always wondering what was on the inside of the tomato that made it feeling lumpy and crackly when you rolled it around in your hand. I never realized how much memory was attached to a simple tomato pin cushion...until now.

I sat here after reading her post, just staring at the silly pin cushion, and started to cry. That is a hard thing to deal with when you 12 year-old is sitting in the chair across from you. It has been almost 7 years, and I still miss my mom so much. I wish I could say I had that pin cushion, but it disappeared with all of my mom's things after she passed. All I can hang on to are the memories.

Pins going in...

Pins coming out...

and a new creation from my mommy for me.

It's the silliest things that mean so much.

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