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bee blocks + gratitude

Before I left on our last therapy trip, I made and mailed my (late!) July bee blocks to miss Ara Jane.  So grateful for something easy!

July Love {do. Good Stitches blocks}

Just half square triangle blocks - some small, some big - whipped up with the popular double-batch method.

July Love {do. Good Stitches blocks}

And I got to use those snails.  Nice!

July Love {do. Good Stitches blocks}

Ara Jane has impeccable color and design taste, so I have no doubt this quilt will be special.  Glad to be able to contribute my part!

And speaking of contributions... I need to let you know how much this helps, how much you help.  A post like " in her blue eyes" brews over time.  In my previous life I used to have many opportunities to verbally process strong emotions with empathetic, wise friends.  Nowadays those moments are hard to come by, and when they do arrive I don't always feel welcome, able or interested in getting to the bottom of hard feelings.  The wonderful thing about this space is that you are here when I'm ready!  You give me the benefit of the doubt.  You make it clear that you care.  It's truly a blessing that I don't take for granted.

In the comments on my last post, several wondered if it helps to hear time and again that I'm a good mom, a good writer, etc.  Well, let me tell you... it's been a hard week.  These past months I feel I'm not enough of a mom to Aria and Liam - not enough patience, not enough attention, and far from enough physical time.   And as for Eleni, it is literally impossible to do enough for her.  I am losing touch with that part, that big part, of my identity.  Often I feel that I'm not a mom anymore, which probably doesn't make sense, but at least communicates how large is the gap between what I used to do and where I feel I am now. 

So, yes, it does fight away some of that darkness to hear you say that I am a good mom, a capable mom.  Thanks for your faith in me.  Thanks for your verbal hugs!  Thanks for being here.

xo,

Rachel