August 29, 2011
I've considered various canning and pickling methods and looked into root cellaring, but I've come to the bittersweet realization that I'm unable to stop time and keep her just this way forever. I'm sure my mama felt just the same way when I wore this little rosebud dress and bonnet over thirty one years ago.
My husband's grandpa is Cherokee, and since he became a grandfather, beginning with my husband, he has purchased every grandbaby (and now the great-grandbabies) a pair of beaded moccasins. I have my husband's pair in the cedar chest, along with my first little jewel's. And now a third tiny pair will be laid beside them.
And someday maybe she'll take a picture of her own baby in these little handmade moccasins and feel that sweet, sad pang of time relentlessly moving forward that all mothers feel. And that is just as it should be.