There's nothing more endearing than the memories I hold of Ama's delantar (Mom's apron).
It was the image of this garment that taught me about the art of serving. Actually, it is the gift from God modeled by my earthly mom.
She wore it everyday. It covered her dresses which were impeccably clean even though she gardened, scrubbed floors, and prepared meals.
I could always count on her to furnish me with a safety pin woven into her apron to make a quick repair on my skirt or pants.
From Ama's apron pocket she'd produce money to cover my school lunch or a trip to the drug store for something I needed to buy. Surely this garment was more than a cotton article-- it was an expression of love in action....
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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