"Every child born in the world is a new thought of God,
an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.
Kate Douglas Wiggin
The 4th annual Guild of the Christ Child Baby Shower was held today and I must say I was pleasantly pleased with the way it turned out.
It's getting harder to spend time away from home for extended periods of time, so I don't feel like I've given this event the attention it deserved. I told Sweetie I felt like a slacker. There have been many days in the past month that I chose not to think about the things that needed to get done, rather than have the discussion about how long I'd be gone. Kind of twist on the head in the sand theory. The problem is the party day was rapidly approaching.
The time crunch called for me to go way out of my comfort zone and ask people for help. Plus, I didn't have much time to give them any direction, i.e. my way. All I could do was ask, "would you?" and left it at that.
OMG, you wouldn't believe how people came through. Two people were in the kitchen from 8am-2pm. The gift table was laden with baby items. The church was still decorated for Christmas so it looked beautiful. The service was perfect; two women priests on the altar was just what the event called for.
[Photo: Charlotte, holding (and wearing) some of her knitted chapeaus.]
One of the highlights for me was getting to meet a young girl (11) who has been knitting baby hats since last year. I'm not only impressed with her generous spirit, but with her knitting skills. The stylish hats she created far surpassed their utilitarian use.
Once again I am overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of people. My humble idea has turned into something that has far-reaching affects. Knowing that the gifts we collected will go to the neediest of needy increases the blessings. I get all goose bumpy when I think of Native American babies living in hogans with no water or electricity being wrapped in a handmade blanket made by a woman who has been sewing for this cause since last January.
Sweetie and I had a conversation yesterday. He wants me to re-train myself so that I no longer decline every compliment that comes my way. Just say "thank you" is my new mantra! It's kind of a new concept for me - accepting that I am deserving of a compliment.
When I got home this afternoon, after being gone most of the day, I told Dad how wonderful everything was. "I'm proud of you," he said, instead of "you were gone long enough ...."
I new exactly how to respond. "Thank you," rolled off my lips like I meant it. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks!
Wishing for you gifts from the heart and the knowledge that you, too, are worthy.