This evening at dinner, Ellie said to me “Mommy, I need a napkin because my hands just came out of my eyes and I’m crying.” Oh sweet pea! How you make me smile even when you are not.
Joy of all joys, this week is over! And by week, I mean a week ago Thursday, when Ellie came down with the flu combined with a fever. Generally, she bounces back within a day or so but this flu lingered and lingered and overstayed my patience. As all loving mothers do, when Ellie took ill I was compassionate, doting and nursing her with cuddles, stories, movies in bed and lots of comfort food. The compassion likely lasted 12 hours until I realized the symptoms of this flu included: whining, demanding, intolerance of being alone and constant screaming. The moment I left Ellie’s bedside, meaning Mommy’s bed, I heard high-pitched screaming until I returned. I repeated, ‘Elizabeth, I understand you’re sick and feel very bad but PLEASE stop screaming at me,’ until I was screaming too. Well, that was like talking to a 3 year old wall. Unfortunately, Emma also caught the flu and developed the same symptoms but thankfully, it bypassed the parents. So, now I wonder, is it better to be struck down with the flu or to be the mother of the sick?
The christening gown you both wore was made by your great, great, great grandmother, Jane Roberston Wissler, in approximately 1850.
Jane Robertson (1826-1907) was born in Aberdeenshire, Scotland and in 1837 emigrated to Canada with her family. In 1843, she married, Sem Wissler, (1819-1865), a Mennonite from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, who had moved to Canada with other family members and settled in the County of Waterloo. Together, Sem and Jane Wissler founded the village of Salem (now part of Elora) operating businesses including a mill and tannery. They had seven children.
Elizabeth and Emma are the sixth generation to wear this gown. Here is a picture of Elizabeth’s christening day:
Last night at dinner, Ellie asked our friend, Scott: “Do you have courage?”