Today I pulled out a dress Elizabeth bought last summer a thrift store. I love it. But it’s damaged.
Where the tears are combined with the type of fabric means that the mending is going to require my least favorite kind of sewing—hand-stitching. Bleck. Why do things have to wear out, break down, or loose their polish?
I want the dress but it’s going to take something I lack a lot of—-patience—to get the dress back into wearable condition. Wouldn’t it just be easier to hack it up and make it into something else? As I looked at the dress and mulled over my course of action I began to think of another situation….
Almost 8 months ago I gave birth to my little baby Ruth.
(I could look at that face all day.)
But something went very wrong and her delivery didn’t go as planned…and I’ve spent these past 8 months mending.
Sometimes things don’t go as planned and it can be hard to understand why.
8 months is a long time…and I’m ready for the mending to be completed. But as with most projects it is taking longer than expected.
By now I should be well into my training for the first marathon of the season but instead I visit with doctors and hope that today won’t be one of those days when I can’t lift my own baby.
In fact this weekend was supposed to be my first big race after the baby (the race I planned to totally school my brothers AGAIN—that’s right boy’s I said again—and start on the pathway to a goal I set for myself almost a year ago) but instead I’ll be sitting on the sidelines.
How much do I hate that?
And what I hate even worse is the uncertainty of my mending process—when will it end? And when it’s finished (how ever long that takes) what condition will I be in?
I thought about this as I looked at that dress…
….sometimes you look at a project and it seems like too much work and you wonder if it is even worth saving at all.
Tonight the dress is on my sewing table. It has patiently waited in Ruth’s closet for almost a year now. I think the time has come for it to be mended. Even if the process by which to return it to a usable condition is one that I’d rather not do. I plan to have it mended and Ruth wearing it all fresh and clean Sunday morning. I think it will definitely be worth the effort.
As for me…I’ll keep mending…even if it means doing what I don’t want to do: going to the doctors, sitting on the sidelines, and trying to be patient. Meanwhile, I’ve made a list of about 25 projects I’ve always wanted to try and I’m going to work my way through them—I can’t run or lift but I can sew right?
(And while I sew I’ll be thinking about the day when I’m at a finish line, eating my ice cream sandwich, and waiting for my siblings to cross so I can be a jerk about their old lady sister beating them…soundly…because I will…because I will mend even if it takes forever.)
And in the end (and while I’m waiting) I will continue to be grateful that not only am I still here to be mended but that I have this to keep forever:
because she’s worth a lifetime of sitting on the sidelines.
PS—As long as I’m sharing my Ruth….did you know that tomorrow is National Babe Ruth Day?
Well, it is.
Except at our house…where we’ll be celebrating National Baby Ruth Day.
Are we really going to be having a celebration?
You better believe it.