Let’s talk about wraps for a minute, shall we?
I’ve been mocked about my, er, stash of wraps… Mocked fairly mercilessly, in fact, in spite of being able to tell you in detail why I “need” every single one of them.
((ahem, hike? Blues hemp indio. Out on the town? Size 4 Girasol. Quick in and out? Robbins Nest Weaving grad dyed Ring sling. Headed to the beach? Chimparoo Fiesta.))
((These are mere examples… I would be happy to go into more details on each and every carrier in my stash if need be… in fact, sometimes I do that for Ja. Just to make sure he understands the importance.))
Babywearing is such a big part of what we do as foster parents. It’s been an amazing bonding tool for the babes we’ve had come through our home. I honestly can’t think of one child that has joined our family for any length of time that hasn’t been able to reap the benefits and security of being worn. It soothes the hurts that child is suffering, the withdrawal from the only life they’ve ever known, the missing of their parents, the shock of being put with complete strangers. As such, we have been gifted with a few different wraps, ring slings, and etc. which has enabled us to pass some carriers on to the forever families where our babes have ended up.
We’re right now in the process of adopting two of our foster toads (look for a post about that later…) Foster toads that have been worn regularly since the moment they came into our home.
But this. Oh this.
This wrap is handwoven by a wonderful friend of mine. A friend I’ve watched grow her business from a little bitty bit of an operation, to one where she has to hire help. A friend who whenever I say, CRISIS! Helps to hold me up. Who weeps with me when our little ones leave. Who rejoices when we decide to adopt, and fully supports that decision. Who in spite of her own goings on, always, always makes time to chat… even if it’s just to make each other laugh.
Rebecca owns Robbins Nest Weaving, and in SPITE of the fact that I do some sewing for her, she kept this warp a complete and total secret. For months I’ve been teasing her that her next warp should be a blue/green grad, with a rainbow down one side. I’ve always loved blue and green together, and the bible says that the rainbow is a promise from God. For me, in the case of adoption, the rainbow symbolizes our promise to the little ones. Our promise to try our best to be the rainbow after the storm of their early lives.
She sent me the pictures and broke the news on a hard day. And this wrap? This wrap beats all of the wraps.
The texture on this is so nice to the touch. It’s an all cotton pebble weave bit of gorgeousness. It grips, and yet tightens like a dream. Ace bandage comes to mind when I try and think of wrap qualities for this beauty. That boy there? He’s a tank, and he was virtually weightless on my back when I wrapped him the very first time.
He cried when I took him down that first day.
Pie keeps stealing the wrap and wanting to put her bear “huppy.”
((can you have TOO many pics of a gorgeous wrap? I’m going to go with no.))
Did I mention that Rebecca called this wrap “Adoption?” Doesn’t it go hand in hand with the rainbow symbol? Such a promise. Such a responsibility.
This wrap epitomizes for me the feelings around adopting these babes. They are ours. They were ours the moment they walked through the door, just like all of the others. We have wrapped all of our babies in loving arms, and had to let so many of them go. But these ones? These ones we don’t have to let go of. These two we are privileged to make permanent parts of our family. And they are, they so are.
Thank you, Rebecca, for this wonderful and tangible celebration of our family. “Adoption” will always remind me of the privilege, tragedy, and promise that adoption is. It is amazing, and much like I cherish your friendship, I will cherish this wrap always.