blessing way
It was supposed to be for the pregnant women, but I felt awfully blessed myself.
Don’t think I’m a freak (even if I am, you don’t have to tell me) but there’s just something really special about massaging your pregnant friend’s hand after her paraffin dip. Our society so rarely allows touch to be comfortable unless it’s between a mother and a small child, sexual partners, or a paying client and a massage therapist. It’s sad. But I’m so acutely conscious of that taboo that I really respect it all the time, even when I’d rather not. My mother’s family, and my Best Old Friend’s family, are touchy. I love it and I miss it in my life.
It’s nice to have a context in which it’s appropriate to just do healing, caring touch because you like someone, no strings or weirdness of any sort attached. Energetically speaking (because that’s what I do) that was the high point for me, I think. That was the moment I could feel really nurturing and grateful for the friendships.
Everyone brought yummy food or craft or gift items. I was particularly proud of the fuzzy slippers, but it was all yummy — beaded friendship bracelets and paraffin dips and foot spas and scrap book pages and flowers and eye pillows and aromatherapy and food food food!
It wouldn’t have happened without the generosity of the attendees… and my husband spent about two hours cleaning this morning– things that bothered me, of course, but I just didn’t have time to fool with it and so was going to let it go. Then he hid away with the kids upstairs for three and a half hours so that we could have girl space.
This is one milestone I really needed to clear before I could get on with my life. And I have much to get on with, but that is fodder for another post.
Now I have to bust my ass to finish the baby quilt for the next pregnant lady event. It will be my pleasure. I got my sewing machine out to do the eye pillows so it’s just a quick step to starting to sew that quilt top. Maybe I have enough for two to even three girl babies, if the one whose mommy won’t find out or reveal his gender happens to be a girl–but I predict boy, let me go on the record as predicting boy, cause of how he sits– hope we get to find out soon!
