I’ve been a busy bee these past months. Our first grandchild is coming in four short weeks or less and I cannot tell you the buzz of excitement around here! (I am using a lot of bee terms…I am also excited for my bees to arrive in April!) We have a baby shower this weekend that will fill the capacity of the coffee shop I am using and there were still many more people I would have liked to invite! It is a great thing when friends and family gather around a soon to be mom and support her. Community is an amazing thing!
This journey has brought us closer, has created a new place in our lives to fill with joy, and has made me very thankful for each moment. There are moments when we are forced to realize our good fortune and no longer take for granted that everyone has a healthy pregnancy, or that everyone gives birth, or that everyone’s child grows up. A friend of Emily’s, who was going to come to the shower as they have been going through their pregnancies together, and supporting each other, lost her baby at seven months pregnant. A perfect baby girl was born yesterday at two pounds, with defined fingers, curly black hair, and a cord around her neck. A cruel thing to have to deliver a dead baby and such a young mom left in the wake of grief. I was moved to tears for this sweet young woman. There is a bond all around the world amongst women, those we do not even know, one that can never be fully understood or explained, a connection in motherhood, one that sympathizes with each emotion involved. And all I can do is pray for her, powerless to take away her sadness.
Our hearts beat a little faster as we ask Emily, “Did the baby move today?” Place our hands on her warm tummy in hopes of feeling a little kick, a little hello, desperate for her to be born healthy and strong and outlive us all!
I have prepared a welcoming pack of gifts, one that I do hope she will drag around for years to come. I made a quilt for Maryjane to warm her in the evenings, to cuddle into and know that she is adored and watched over, to hide under during thunderstorms, to dream under. I did not opt to put in the yarn ties, I simply quilted it and left it rather plain (in my mind). But, it seemed perfect. As I learned from my mother and grandmother, I embroidered the recipient’s name on the back and who made it.
I had these fun labels made to put on all the things I shall make her. Made for you by Grammie. This baby comes from young families and there are nine,….calculate how spoiled this baby is going to be….nine grandmas! I had to think of a name that set me a part but wasn’t too far from the original. So, Grammie it is.
A fuzzy afghan to swaddle her in, hold her close to my heart, watch her wrap up her teddy bear (Papa Doug is in charge of all things fluffy and stuffed around here…the bonified expert on stuffed animals!) that Papa gave her. Watch it be cast aside, then found again, and act as a reminder of how much we think of her.
Crafting homemade gifts for others is so much more emotionally charged then something off of a Walmart shelf, don’t you think? It doesn’t take much to pick up a simple skill, make a throw pillow, a quilt, an afghan, a shawl, a scarf…your love for the person wrapped up in the stitches!