When I arrived, Mama had everything together, all ready to go in a bag. Grandmother’s nursing cape was safely tucked inside a vintage leather garment bag that belonged to my PaPa. Her nurses cap, wrapped in the original plastic, sat on a stack of old photo albums and scrapbooks. “Look,” she exclaimed. “The cap still has the original bobby pins pinned inside.” When I’d asked Mama to gather a few nursing belongings of my Grandmother’s, I knew she’d deliver.
Have you ever made something for someone right under their nose? Have you publicly shared the process knowing the recipient would see the details? Have you ever kept a secret, for months, from your own mother? I have.