humble, poor, creative, paris, knitting

As I sit wrapped in a shawl I knitted from yarn I purchased in Paris, I reflect on my humble beginnings.

I came out 9 pounds at 8:30pm, which might explain why I am always awake and ready to go in the early morning hours, entering a world that was confusing, at times scary and yet, exciting and ultimately, a world full of curiosity and wonder for my inquisitive new mind.

We were down right poor and mom didn’t have space for a crib, so she stowed me in the top drawer of the dresser, even though I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth per se; as the hospital gave us a sterling baby spoon engraved with stork, circled by a clock denoting the time I was born and of course, my name.

Living poor for most of my growing up years taught me humility and the ability to be creative with what I had or with what I found. It garnished me with skill sets I use to this day and I know that my mother is proud that I have been to Paris and was as excited as I was to see the finished shawl from the Paris Yarn!

I still have and cherish the sterling silver baby spoon. It reminds me of where I came from, the burden to my mother who carried me, my dad and all my siblings who cared for me when mom was working and I guess, the reason I drive family and guests crazy with my early morning scurrying and adventures when they stay over…

Our surroundings are still full of wonderment if only we allow ourselves to explore them and humility often times, can in fact – be our friend.