After I had Lenora I struggled to find mom friends to
connect with. Most everyone I knew didn’t have children and once you have one
everything is different. I didn’t fit into their world and they could not
relate to mine. So I reached out and joined a local moms group and the La Leche League. I went to the first couple of meetings terrified they wouldn’t like me, I would never
make new friends and I would be a new mom alone covered in crap and drool.
could not have been more wrong. I was blessed to meet the most wonderful group of gals and
their children. I have not known them long, a little over a year, but they just gave
me the best gift ever. A few weeks ago they threw me a Blessingway. It’s an
alternative version of a baby shower based on Native American traditions of
blessing an expectant mother.
There are lots of different activities you can do to send the mother good birth and baby juju.
We ate tons of yummy food. What else could a pregnant woman
They did reflexology and rubbed my feet. You know you have
good friends if they are willing to get down and dirty on your footsies. They
also rubbed Lenora’s feet which she fell in love with. Now at every bath time she
grabs the soap, lifts her feet up and points to them. Little bugger is expecting
a foot massage. I give in every time. They also painted my foot with henna in a
Each of the
women brought beads they thought symbolized me and this pregnancy. They
went around the room saying why they picked the beads they did, then strung
them into an amazing birth necklace. It’s like a magical talisman. I want
to wear it and dance naked in the woods. Seriously, it makes me feel that good
every time I look at it.
They braided my hair and put lots of fresh flowers in it. I
felt like a goddess and looked like one too. I should have gone dancing that
night. I would have looked fantastic in my mug shot photo for being arrested
for naked dancing in the woods.
They also left me with a handmade book filled with letters
of support and encouragement. I was scared to read them. I thought I
would cry like a baby but the words they wrote were inspiring and lifted me
right through the roof.
It was an amazing day and the perfect balm for my wounded
soul. They believed in me and they believed in this baby and acknowledged him
(a post on that coming soon). The juju was overwhelming. Most people will never get to meet this baby and hold him
and experience his life. The past few months there have been people that barely
acknowledge the fact that I am carrying a child. I guess to them since he will
not live long it doesn’t count. It’s a horrible feeling to know that some
people think that way. This day was completely the opposite. It was a celebration of birth and mothers and life.