Weaving in love and memories

Perhaps I’ve failed to mention that I’ll be a grandmother. Grandmother? Is it really possible? Only weeks ago it seems we were coming home from the hospital with our little bundle. Days seem to tick past and it is easy to not notice their passing. Soon the day is gone, then a week, a month, a year.

Today a neighbor had a baby shower for Nora and it was one of the sweetest I’ve ever been to. We had civilized tea and cake and munchies. There were no party games, but we did have an activity in honor of the mother-to-be and her weaving family. Stacey selected a variety of ribbons, then cut slots around the edges of a piece of cardboard into which the ribbons could be slid. She slipped a ribbon into each slot along the top, then she passed the cardboard loom around the table, each person choosing a ribbon, and as they wove it into the growing cloth, a story about Nora, or motherhood, or advice were shared. Later, Stacey inserted our community weaving into a shadow box, a lovely memory of those who have been a part of her life, wish her well, and a memento of our afternoon neighborhood tea.