As I sat at the sewing machine the other day, making curtains for my daughter, it brought my mind back to the day when I was in my late teens. Forty years ago, and the first time I ever followed a pattern in sewing, by making doll clothes for my youngest sister's Barbie doll. And I can see a pattern in my life with dressing up and mothering children, especially with girls. That is, even before I had children of my own. I have received many gifts from the little girls in my life, and the love they brought out in me, by nurturing them and seeing them sparkle.
I thought of my first princess; my youngest sister who is fifty years-old today, and is going through the most trying times of her life. Divorced, and watching her one and only twenty-four-year-old daughter leave the home. I have been looking after my younger sister ever since she was just sixteen-years-old, when our mother passed away. However, she took the lead away from me by living her life through her passion that she chose, regardless of me or anyone else’s guidance or approval. I learned early on to stand by, and hope and pray that she’d follow the path to a glorious life, the way of God.
When I had a child of my own, I remember thinking, “maybe this time I'll have more control over some things now?" Even so, I didn't. Today, she also has matured into a woman with a strong constitution to live her passion in the way that she chooses, regardless of what I have to say. And I stand by, knowing she has now become a mother herself. And one day she will most likely experience having to let go, and stand by with hope and a prayer that her children will follow the path to a glorious life, the way of God.
As far back as I can remember, there was a natural instinct in my soul's longing to see others shine. Which began with my youngest sister, and then to my daughter, and continued as a golden opportunity of nurturing children in my family. And all of them happened to be girls! Some are sisters, others are sisters-in-law, friends, nieces, and the latest today is my eight-year-old princess, my granddaughter, (shone in the photo above). All of them are princesses to me, and all of them have taken over my heart. This gives me pleasure in watching and helping them dress up their dolls, their hair, wearing their first ballet slippers, party and communion dresses, and their wedding gowns. As, seeing them sparkle in whatever way to aspire - that they'd recognize their beauty- is how I longed to see them! Although, I'm aware that the true spirit of beauty comes from within, I adorned them with the gifts of beauty, hoping to instill the sense of confidence to glow all the more.
Today, some of them have their own young princesses in front of them. And my fondest prayer for them is to remember the One true Prince of Peace.
The pieces seem to be sewn together and most fitting today through my sixteen-year-old son, who has modified the pattern. While, the princesses whom I adore and have learned to look at from a distance, their light still shines brightly! Since, I have become the queen in my son’s heart that he cherishes and adores. He mended the tear that somehow has woven us all together - which strengthened me with confidence to take the stand.
While I wonder if we aren't any different than the young prince or the princesses in our lives, and are waiting to be shown? Then again, or if the admiration of love and beauty we have given were the reflections of whom we were all along? Where, we just needed to ignite it in another first, to remind us of Who we truly are when we waken?
Causes Catherine Nagle Supports
Westwind Foster Family Agency, Christian Children's Fund, Compassion International, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Invisible Children, Save the Children