I spent a Sunday afternoon three months ago with my crochet hook creating yet another a little hat for the baby growing inside me. This particular hat ended up with a pair of rabbit ears perched atop it's white woolen crown. Jared rolled his eyes. How many hats does a baby being born in the warm month of May really need?
The honest answer to that is, well, none. But what Jared didn't understand was this--it wasn't about the hats or bibs or blankets or whatever project was in my hands. As a pregnant mama I get the urge to create things for my little baby not just because my little one needs things to wear. Honestly this baby had plenty of hand-me-downs from his three older brothers. I made new things because the act connected me to my baby. With every stitch I was telling my unborn child I wanted him. I was showing him I anticipated him with gladness. That he had a place separate and special from his siblings in my home and in my heart.
While I sewed and weaved I imagined what my baby would look like. I wondered what personality he would have. What special needs and special gifts he would bear. Through sewing and crafting for him I was already setting aside a part of my thoughts, my time, my heart for him, long before he arrived physically in our home.
Now when I dress him in the imperfect, even silly things I've made with my own two hands, I remember that my love for him started long before he arrived. And I know that love will grow with him, out of these little hats and into something big and beautiful. From tiny stitches I will continue crafting a love that will last forever.