06/24/2025
The past couple years have had so many ups and downs. Probably more downs than ups but there’s no point in counting, really.
My mom used to be my biggest fan.
She would always ask me about my art and what I was doing next or if I had plans for any markets. She’d tag me on event pages or groups she thought I’d like and we let spend hours chatting about what we were making.
My mom loved to garden and loved nature.
I never asked her what started her love for mosaics but if I had to guess, it was probably to make things for her yard.
She made birdbaths, tea table tabletops, birdhouses, garden stones…
I went to visit her one year and she drove me through a neighborhood to show me a house that has a stained glass house number built into the front door. She was so proud to see it displayed every day and I was proud of her.
This fall when I go back to Texas to celebrate my moms life on this earth, I plan to pack her tile and glass tools, glass sheets and cut pieces she has for a project she never got a chance to finish.
It’s going to be another difficult time for our family but it makes me happy knowing my mom gave me the gift of being creative. Of having the courage to just try, to figure things out and maybe make something beautiful in the process.
I’d say I hope I can make my mom proud, as she watches over me, but in the openness and love her and I had for each other, I already know she was. And I’m so thankful and lucky for that.
All I can do now is continue with the memories I have, the thoughts of what she’d say and how she would guide me, in mind and in my heart.
