![]() ![]() ![]() So I took them to my mom and asked if she could repair them. This was serious, because I had the standard family ration of two pairs of school trousers. A year or so later-I probably was in third grade-I fell down on the playground at school and ripped my Levi’s. She then handed me the second sock, and went on her way. ![]() Finally, she showed me how to cut and knot the thread. That accomplished-it took me about ten minutes, whereas I’m sure she could have done it in ten seconds-she took one of the socks and showed me how to run the needle in and out around the periphery of the hole, rather than back and forth across the hole, and then simply to draw the hole closed. So she told me to go string thread through a needle, and to come back when I had done it. Our family had no extra money anywhere, so buying new socks was just out of the question. My mom had just had her sixth child and was deeply involved in our church activities. I remember going to her when I was in the early grades of elementary school, with holes in both socks of my favorite pair. One such example: my mother never mended my clothes. ![]() “As I look back on my own life, I recognize that some of the greatest gifts I received from my parents stemmed not from what they did for me-but rather from what they didn’t do for me. ![]()
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