One nice thing about having another place to call “home” is the certainty of finding a treasure you’d forgotten you had.
Such is often the case when we travel to South Mississippi.
Domer and I lived with my mom and my late dad there right after the breakup of my marriage. I needed to heal emotionally; Domer needed the stability of a happy family.
But living out of a suitcase, more or less, meant poor baby Domer never got a chance to use some of the beautiful things he’d been given as “Welcome Baby” presents. Things like this:
Look at the intricate craftsmanship, the delicate mint green color, the tiny pom-poms!
This bootie was crocheted by my late grandmother when she learned I was expecting. She didn’t know whether I was having a boy or a girl, so she worked her magic in pastel colors suitable for either sex.
Long before my marriage, I remember watching her work. Her fingers practically flew as the yarn evolved into a bedspread, a baby dress, table runners, doilies, and more.
Each piece bore a reflection of her heart. While all were similar in pattern, they were individual in size, color, intent.
Here’s the set the above bootie accompanied:
A tiny dress, a diaper shirt, and matching booties — all lovingly crocheted for a great-grandchild she would only meet a few times!
And the mint green set was just part of a department store dress shirt-sized box full of treasures I found, hiding in a closet. Look at this one:
And another, just for good measure:
Obviously, Domer is FAR too big and grown up to wear items meant for a baby. And, at least for the present, he’s nowhere near ready to tackle the bringing-up of a baby of his own! So what am I going to do with these treasures?
Simple. I’m tucking them back into the box and saving them for the day they might become useful.
Because, while I can crochet, my handiwork isn’t half as pretty as my late grandma’s, yet one day (w-a-a-a-y down the road!) I just might have a grandchild, and it will feel so good to pass these garments on. Every baby needs something soft and beautiful to snuggle in, don’t you agree?