So I'm her Best Friend. That will change. Perhaps today. Or tomorrow. (Because, of course, I'm her parent.)
But for now, this type A Mom is reminded that the pile of laundry that I need to fold and put away, the floor I'm dying to vacuum and wash, the dessert I'd like to bake, the quilt I want to start, the backbends and splits I should work on, the cupboard that I should organize, the letter I need to write, the email that I should send....
In June, we had another child. During the months of waiting for him, I enjoyed reading the Birth Stories of other women. There is a link up of them here at Camp Patton. Birthing is a tricky business and I respect all who have done it; no matter what their path looked like (natural, c-section, etc...). I love to hear other women's experiences. Birth is such a fine, raw line between New Life or End of Life; a dangerous, miraculous balance for Mom and Baby.
Meanwhile, it inspired me to write the story of Birth Day for each of my children. I haven't yet...(I will). I've been enjoying the journey and the sacredness of ushering our little boy into the Beginning of his Days.
I've been Quiet...just living and thinking in my heart.
Strapping Young Lad and Baby Girl were born prematurely and we walked down some shadowy roads until they were safe at home with us, in our arms.
So this time, with a healthy baby, and a (barely) timely birth...
I mean, I spent 2 of some of the best days of my life just holding him in the hospital. The nurses would ask..."Are you sure you don't want us to put him in the nursery so you can rest?"
"No, no, that won't be necessary."
For two days, I sat quietly with him. And smiled. Beamed, rather. Didn't sleep much, didn't need to;
I was resting.
And the beauty of him
The tremendous gift (and responsibility) that is him
When I came home from the hospital with him, I found myself wishing for Ceremony
Some way of prostrating myself Face Down
To show my Deep gratitude
Looking for Some Act
Like the Israelites did
with a sacrifice or memorial
So as not to forget
What God Did Here
(for me, for us, for him)
Maybe that's why some people plant trees in honor of a new baby...
When Hubby worked in the US VI, I bought a beautiful bamboo mat. After one warm season on our porch, it had mildewed and gotten "ugly."
I washed it well with bleach and soap, taped off the fabric borders, and went to work with a big paintbrush and "chicken house" blue primer (chicken-house-blue b/c that is what color we painted our chicken house and 2 gallons of paint later...there are A LOT of things around here that got painted chicken-house-blue as well).
I love stripes, so I carefully taped lines at random intervals and painted different colors with various paint that we have on hand.
You can see where the paint bled a bit under the tape where I got heavy-handed with the paint application, so that would be my only words of caution....do light coats of paint as opposed to heavy.
Not perfect..but better than the mildew-stained look.
I pulled this concoction together to steep for a few days.
I have a jam-packed file folder full of clipped recipes"filed" to try, and stumbled upon this recipe again while leafing through my mess. And since I have the fresh ingredients in bountiful in my backyard (except for the sage), I decided to give this a try.
(I regularly read cookbooks and peruse through my clippings, just for pleasure. Weird, huh. Anyone else do that? ...It gives me new inspiration and ideas everytime.)
Here's the recipe:
(and no, I don't know who Jim Duke is...this was a magazine clipping)
Jim Duke's Creme D'Mentia
Mix 1 c of 80-proof vodka with 1 c water.
Add 1/4 c fresh lemon,
4 T rosemary leaves, 6 T lemon balm leaves, 4 T peppermint leaves,
“For all creation is waiting eagerly for that future day when God will reveal who his children really are. Against its will, all creation was subjected to God’s curse. But with eager hope, the creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay. For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” Romans 8:19-21 My gentle son. He has a knack for finding broken creatures. He tries to fix The Broken Things. He has a tender heart. I remind him that Someday, All Things will be restored. Even the little creatures. And I think of another gentle Son.
The following are the lyrics to "Rabbit & The Bear" by Josh Garrels.
I first heard his folksy music in church...its in stark contrast to some of the somewhat whiny/sing-songy praise songs that I dislike. Hear this one for yourself here: Rabbit & The Bear
Run, run so fast
Over fields and grass
At last, at last
We escaped from the trap
With the rabbit and the bear
And the sparrows of the air
Come one, come all
The hunter is gone
And this is our chance
To crawl under the wire
Through the darkest wood
On up to the mountain of fire
Where everything is free
In the light of the sun
Where every creature sings
Oh Lord, you rescued us all
Don’t listen to the snake
For he lies and he takes
Your hope, your faith
Away from you
But when the lion come around
With his claw and his crown
His every move
(Do you see the fragile creature tenderly clasped?) In the song.... Garrel adds (instead of merely "Oh Lord, you rescued us all..") "Where every creature sings, Praise God, you rescued us all..." So yes, Praise God. Someday it will all be restored.
I remind myself of The Restoration when something such as a Broken Creature hurts our hearts.
I used the Juliette pattern by Violette Field Thread to make two sets of this little slip/cover-up.
The yellow/cream/green was for Baby Girl.
The shabby chic pink and green was for my little niece.
The slip for the pink set was made from an embroidered tablecloth. I love the detail.
My critique for this pattern is "critical" for the sizing and slip-design. Baby Girl wears a 3/4 and we had a fit of frustrated anger as I had her try my niece's size 5 on...because her elbows got stuck and we couldn't wedge the slip on or off.
So I added a side zipper, which isn't part of the pattern. But I can't imagine these girls getting them on and off without the zipper.
And there is something...lacking...about the slip. It should be fuller, perhaps have side slits.."something"...; it is somewhat confining in its "cut."
But the set is very darling once on the Little Miss, flaring temper and ease-of-fit issues aside (ha ha!!).
And of course, I had to make garlands from silk flowers to go with each to complete the affair.