This is the occasion when we are told to remind your mother that you love her. As the world has turned we have evolved to recognize that mother is a loaded term and these Hallmark Holidays can trigger most, sadden some, burden the next and confuse or otherwise not apply to others. We are lucky at Parker Avenue to be a community that has something and someone for everyone. Here we hold each other as your mother would, should or could. Not always as even as we like but stitched together nonetheless.
Mothering is the most important job that comes with no training program, no degree, no certification. Mother you are doctor, lawyer, therapist, cheerleader, role model, teacher, security guard, chief cook and bottle washer often having not finished high school or worked overtime to get your PhD. Frankly we have more classes for knitting and crochet. Yet I believe that those blessed to be mother by any means do it as best they can. I know that on occasion that is simply not enough. Children are not the only ones to feel that sting of lacking. If you asked most moms they will share a regret about the way they did their “job”. Stitchers know that feeling of not good enough. Child be compassionate, Mother give yourself grace.
I am blessed to still travel through life with my mother by my side in body. She will forever and ever be with me in spirit. I do not need a calendar to say “I Love You” or just as importantly “Thank You”. The love I hope everyone feels at Parker Avenue is a mother’s love. It is my best effort to support, encourage, and uplift anyone that comes into our space.
Tangled and uneven, one sleeve longer than the other, stitches dropped and pattern misread, it’s all good because with bright colors and big smiles we are here for you. Whether it's a simple beginner project or a challenging piece of color work, your newborn first child or an unexpected teen that lands on your door with patience and persistence only a mother knows we can do hard things, together.
Treat your mother or mother yourself with a well-curated, thoughtful gift from Parker Avenue. Check out our guide here and if we can be that space to hold you, we invite you to come by the shop.
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On Mother’s Day I remember my own Mom as well as all the moms in my extended family. But I also remember all my friends’ moms who were so important to our friendship…welcoming me into their homes, showing interest in what I was up to (good or bad). And the friends’ moms who were struggling with issues of their own and could barely hold their families together. Being MOM is definitely not easy, but I understand it much better now that I’ve been one and I appreciate all the nurturing I got from the women I met, who were like moms to me. And my heart goes out to all the struggling moms in refugee camps around the world. How do they do it…
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