When my brother’s wife, Maggie, sent out her baby shower registry, I was shocked by the prices — a $1,200 stroller, a $300 diaper bag, and other luxury items far beyond my budget. As a single mom and teacher raising twins, I couldn’t afford anything on that list. Instead, I decided to create something special: a hand-knitted baby blanket, made with care and love, just like my grandmother taught me. Over three weeks, I poured more than 50 hours into the blanket, stitching the baby’s name in one corner.
At the shower, surrounded by expensive gifts and glamorous decorations, I feltout of place but hopeful. When Maggie opened my box, she dismissed the handmade blanket in front of everyone, saying it wasn’t from the registry and implying it wasn’t good enough. My heart sank as laughter rippled through the crowd. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Maggie’s father, John, stood up. He shared a story about a blanket his own mother had made for him decades ago — a treasured family heirloom that had been with him through life’s most important moments.
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