I hung my Christmas stocking sis made for me today. She used some pieces of mom's favorite sweaters that she wore all the time. I made the MoM pin on the pocket in sixth grade. It is layers of construction paper glued together, sanded, and laminated. I always focused on the fact that I meant to write Mom and accidentally wrote MoM. Later when I mentioned this, other people assumed I'd meant to do it and that it looks good this way. It is slightly painful to me still. When I can look at the pin and not see my mistake I think I'll be a healthier person than I am now.
I love this stocking. My sister does not consider herself artistic or crafty. I love that she made it anyways. The shape is a bit lumpy and we mock it sometimes, but I love that sis made it for me and I think of mom and sis whenever I see it (unless I'm too self-involved, then I see the glaring MoM first). Tomorrow would have been mom's sixty-eighth birthday. Christmas cheer is much harder without mom.