Yesterday, we celebrated a quiet Mother's Day with my mother-in-law, Jean. While she and my husband enjoyed watching a Mets game, I spread myself out on the dining room table with my little light table, colored pencils and paper. Earlier in the week, I had designed her a hamsa. I spent the afternoon creating the final colored pencil drawing. She's been in a lot of pain recently with a degenerating disk that is pinching a nerve.
After dinner, I gave the hamsa to her, explaining that it was for protection and healing. I told her about the tradition of the hamsa and that some people call it the hand of fatima. She had heard that name before and had even bought one for her daughter while in Morocco.
The greatest compliment for me was when she said that looking at it was very calming.
I'm on the road back to Virginia, today. I hope those of you who are mothers have a great Mother's Day.