When I was a child, I made arts and crafts things to give to my mom for Mother’s Day. I can’t remember most of them, but I know she treasured and kept them all. There were hand-made cards, macaroni necklaces, macrame plant hangers, crochet pot holders, and misshapen pottery, to name a few.
When I got a little older, I stopped making gifts and began buying them. I don’t know why I thought taking my allowance to the department store to choose a pair of slippers or mass-produced earrings was better than giving handmade. That was also the period in my life when I preferred fast food to home cooking. So, clearly, my judgement was questionable. Continue reading