Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Once upon a time, there was a mama who crocheted. One winter she started making a baby blanket for a baby that didn't exist. A little baby girl who would need to be tucked into a soft warm blanket of wool and silk.
A few weeks after she finished this magical blanket, she found out that she was indeed pregnant. Surprised and excited, she wondered if it would be the little girl who had inspired the blanket. Not long after she found out the baby had died. The mama was so sad, but had little time to grieve, for she had her hands full with an amazing and wild little boy.
While waiting to get pregnant again, the mama worried that she wouldn't trust her body. And when she finally had the happy news that a new baby was growing inside of her, the mama became almost paralyzed with fright. Because more than anything, she wanted this. She knew that another loss would be more than she could stand.
Soon, but not so soon, it appeared the baby was thriving and growing. Soon, but not so soon, she found out the baby was in fact a little girl. A little girl that would be born in the midst of winter and need a soft warm blanket of wool and silk. And the mama rejoiced with the news. And she hoped that she would be brave enough for all the things that followed.