Probably, every family has its own tradition or its own relic, which keeps the warmth of generations ... - so I thought one evening, laying out things on the shelves and drawers, putting aside what could no longer serve and wondering what happened to this to do ... A handkerchief caught my eye ... A large soft warm and rather dense gray downy shawl.

Women in cities have not worn such headscarves for a long time. But I keep it as part of the family. It knows four generations of women of my kind. It was worn over my fur coat when it was very cold and a blizzard was sweeping, and it was necessary to take me to kindergarten. It was thrown on by my grandmother, sitting in the winter by the stove, looking at the fire and quietly singing the drawn-out songs of her youth, trying to quickly knit a warm new thing for the granddaughters for the New Year's holiday. This scarf warmed my mother when the central heating batteries were almost not heated and the apartment was cold. Then this scarf enveloped me and my daughter, when we sat and drank tea on winter evenings ... It was ... And each time the warmth of the scarf brought peace and hope that after winter spring would come again and it would be warm again ...

Grandmother and mother have not been around for a long time. The daughter has grown up. The gentle music of your favorite performers, found in the Internet, plays warmly and quietly in the apartment ... And a gray downy shawl, carefully folded, lies in the closet ...

And when I want to feel the warmth of my mother's embrace, to hear the voice of the feminine power of my kind within myself, in order to go further along the path of life, I throw a handkerchief on my shoulders and quietly drink tea, mentally going to the place where the source of strength is to the house of my childhood to my mother and grandma ...