To my Mother back to me.
I guess you could call this the ultimate in re-gifting. My sister called early in the week and said "I was just at Mom's, to double check things because they are showing the house again this weekend. I know we've already taken the keepsakes we wanted, but every time I go by there I see something else. I found something I think you'd like to have. If you're going to be home Sunday afternoon I will bring it by."
She just brought it by. When I first looked at it I said, "Oh how pretty", (but why would a watercolor painting of a barrel of daisies be something I'd want? It's not really my style). It was pretty, though. I think my sister saw the momentary confusion on my face because she took her finger and pointed to the artist's name down in the corner. It was me.
Looking at the picture again, I slowly began to recognize each petal, stem and leaf. Thirty-two years ago I had painted this for my mother (because it WAS her style) and had given it to her for Mother's Day. Mom, through my sister's loving heart, has given it back to me for Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to all.
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