I remember as a girl my mom buying lunch tickets for me and my brother. She put them in a special place where she knew they would be safe and would not get lost. That was the last time we saw those lunch tickets. Somehow the special place was so special she could not remember where it was. She hunted high and low to no prevail. The lunch stay in that special place to this day. I wondered how my amazing mother could do such a thing. Well, now I know.
Let me explain. I finished piecing J’s eagle quilt
I went to get his advancement patches. I had put them in a special place. Well I can’t find them. They are gone. I feel horrid. I haven’t a clue where else to look. I have gained a whole new understanding and more empathy for my mom. I can now see how a perfectly sane and capable person can put things in a special place never to find them again. Now I’m faced with what to do. I don’t know if the scout office will give out awards to me. I might end up embroidering his name and when he became an Eagle Scout on the top row and On my honor I will do my best along the bottom. Any thoughts?