No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you.
After all, you are the only one who knows what my heart sounds like on the inside.
At The Investigator’s baby sprinkle, my mom surprised me with what I assume could be considered a family heirloom. A bonnet my godmother gave me when I was a baby. I had no idea she had this and, obviously, don’t remember it.
But she kept it, treasured up, all these 50+ years. She
unearthed unpacked and soaked the decades of storage out of it before giving it to me. She apologized for not finding it in time for Peanut to wear when she was a baby.
Now, Twix will wear it…although not for every day. Oh no, no, no, no…..because of its fragile condition, it will only be worn for special occasions. Ones where vintage heirlooms are appropriately appreciated.
It’s funny what mothers choose to keep to remember their baby’s babyhood, isn’t it? A lock of hair. A hospital coming home outfit. The first lost tooth. These things are important to mothers. They connect this tiny, little person to the time when their bodies were inseparable in the womb. And I’m going out on a limb and say that unless you’ve carried a child inside your body, you really have no idea the depth of love that can develop for that little life. It’s forever a part of you, regardless of physical location….or age! Not to discount a father’s love, but I’m sorry….it’s just not on the same magnitude level.
Keepsakes. We have high hopes of passing these treasures down to our children’s children…to impress upon them the ties that bind. To keep them connected to their past while they face their futures.
The bonnet by itself means nothing. It’s old material, lace and ribbon. Only when the memory of where it came from is revealed does it take on a special beauty all it’s own. It becomes alive with meaning and importance…for both the giver and the reason behind its existance.