A snip-it about my parents and why these special Christmas gifts the past few years mean so much. In 1994 my younger sister, Heidi M Allen, disappeared…kidnapped from the convenience store she worked at to pay her way through college. In addition to my sister, the kidnappers stole our communities security and on some levels, faith and hope for the tomorrows yet to be.
“This is what happened to our family in 94’
My sister went to work and was found no more.
Mom and Dad lost more than their child,
Security, trust, and fear were riled.”
Lisa M Buske, When the Waves Subside: There is Hope
Of course to receive these beautiful, heartfelt, and special gifts isn’t the best part. On so many occasions instead of telling us “Don’t touch” or “Stay in the other room I’m working”, Mom and Dad invited us to help them so we could learn and one day do the same for our kiddos. I would like to tell you I have my parents’ eye or talent to work with wood, painting, and building but this is not my area. (Not that there hasn’t been time and effort put in, lol) So my lack of mastery makes their gifts all the more special to me: first, because each always starts with the love in their heart and second, I know how difficult and tedious much of it is.
So this brings me to this year’s sentimental and amazing gift of love from my parents. Within our living room is a section of wall that we always said was wasted space. Due to the entry from the front room, you can’t put any large furniture there without it sticking out into the walkway. There aren’t any outlets on the wall so you can’t make it a reading nook or set a narrow table and lamp there either. For the past couple decades we’ve tried different things in this area, none of which really worked, until a few years ago.
Fast forward to this summer, as my father puttered on a project at our house he mentioned possibly building a shelving unit to replace the hodgepodge of shelves I had. My response, “Dad, I don’t need it. These work fine.” He laughed at me and said, “I didn’t ask if you needed it.” The conversation continued for a bit and then I thought it was dropped. Not so much.
For Christmas this year, Mom and Dad put their creative juices together to design, build, wood burn, stencil, paint, and finish the most amazing work of art and expression of love I’ve seen. Each time I pass by it, my heart overflows with love and thanksgiving, how did I get so lucky!?
But we all know luck has nothing to do with it, God blessed me with the amazing parents I have and this is just one more thing to be thankful for on a daily basis.
If so, stop by the blog tomorrow to see the transformation and learn more to the story behind each design and creative attribute of the shelving unit.
Thanks again Mom and Dad!
I believe I just heard my parents call me a Brat! tee hee