28 years ago I made my first hand sewn, hand quilted quilt. It was a green and white log cabin baby blanket for my best friend's first child (a boy). Two years after that I made a blue and white star quilt for her second baby (a girl). When we start on these journeys (every quilt is a journey) we never know where it will take us, what it will mean to someone else, or how it will impact someone's life.

In third grade that little girl wrote a poem for a competition and she won. The topic of her poem was an old blue and white quilt that she loved and what it meant to her. That same "little" girl at the age of 19 asked her mom to repair the much loved quilt and enlarge it so she could use it on her bed.

The green log cabin design was formatted so that the dark sides met in the middle and created a cross in the quilt. I recently found out that the "little" boy it was made for loved it so much that he had the center cross tatooed on his arm.

Every time we wonder if someone will like that quilt we give them we just might be opening up an important chapter in their lives.

Very Moving...and yes ..we never truly know how one small act of kindness will impact those who are on the recieving end..ty for sharing

How beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

That is very nice! Thanks for sharing. I hope I do something that inspiring some day :)

Beautiful. That is so heart-warming.

Thanks for sharing!

Wow! Kids really do listen and absorb! Great post!

How wonderful! Thanks for sharing!

great post.

I appreciate you sharing this story. It is a good reminder that we don't always know what our interactions with others means and that much good comes from something we think of as a small gesture. Thank you for sharing this inspiration.

Now that is a good story. Made my day. Thanks so much.

How wonderful that those kids appreciated your gifts so much.

The first quilt I ever made was when my nephew was born. It was red and white, made in the drunkard's path pattern, with red flannel for backing. As he grew it was discovered that he had some mental impairments, probably because he was a breach baby and had lack of oxygen during birth. He just turned 34 this month, but has the mental capacity of about a five year old. However, not long ago his mother told me that he still has that red and white quilt. It's somewhat tattered, but he keeps it stored neatly in a chest. It makes me feel so good to know he has cherished it all his life.

Your gift of time and love was passed on by the kid's mom who told the story of the quilt, the special meaning of a handcrafted item, and who taught them to treasure those things that have meaning. A lesson not often taught in this throwaway world.