Each stitch has been made with love, hours of emotion have been poured into this gift. I've loved making it for my Daughter, I want to make her something each and every birthday, for as long as I am able.
It's not perfect, but it doesn't have to be, life's not perfect. I'll be wrapping her presents later, she never asks for much, so sometimes it's hard to know what to buy.
There are some gifts I would love to give her.
I would love to give her the gift of bravery, so she doesn't shy away from life, so she isn't fearful of new experiences......but then perhaps she is brave, perhaps she's the bravest person I know to cope with each day in the way she does.
I'd like to be able to turn down her senses, just a little. Just so sounds weren't quite so loud, smells not so strong, and touch not quite so alarming. I'd like her to be able go through each day without her body telling her to be on alert, to be wary, to be geared up for fight.
I'd love to give her the gift of interpretation, so she truly understands how people act and think. Then she would know how much we love her, how funny her friends think she is, and how much they like being with her.
I'd like her to see what we see, a funny, quirky, beautiful, intelligent girl. Difference is good, difference is what stops us from being boring, but difference can also make things difficult.
So this is my gift to her, but it's only a little of what I'd really love to give her.
And this is what she made me, a book cover, made even more special, by the fact that I know using the sewing machine would have hurt her ears. She's going to show me how to make one, she thinks it would be good to learn to sew, can I help her? Of course I can.....
Ada :) x