봄햇살집's post

. At that time, I think there was a lady who went around the house making quilts. (+ the lady who sold the complete collection) She showed me fabrics that filled the room and even chose the cotton, and a few days later she brought me a beautiful quilt. Like rainbow-colored handkerchiefs coming out of a magic hat I wondered if I was happy or amazed or shocked by the beautiful fabrics that kept coming out I still remember that moment. The blue teddy bear quilt that my mom and I chose, I thought of the soft feeling of rolling around in my new quilt as soon as I saw it. That's why I wanted to give it to my firstborn as a gift. (I think she wanted to give it to me as a gift) - To me, raising a child is like a trip down memory lane. Every time I spend with my child, I think of my mom and I back then. Now, whenever I think of my mom, I can make a lame excuse, call her, tell her something trivial, and hang up, but when time passes and my mom is no longer around, I wonder how I will handle this trip down memory lane. 🧸💙