Relationships are like Blankets: Monday Motivation #34
This Saturday I hung out with the Girl Scouts and made no-sew blankets for the Valley Hospital NICU. The little crafty-mom in me came alive for a few hours and I delighted in producing something so useful for those babies.
While I worked, I considered the beauty of such a thing.
Blankets are such a symbol of love and caring. We swaddle our babies in them, tuck our kids in at night with them, wrap ourselves in them and shuffle around the house when we’re sick, we cuddle beneath them with our loved ones, hell, someone even had the brilliant idea of commercializing them into weird pajamas too.
These particular blankets were made of the softest fleece; my fingers delighted in holding, tugging, twisting, tying and flattening the material over and over again. There was comfort there – even in a room full of people; it was at once a community event yet something I could personally experience as well.
The fact that the blankets were no-sew made them simple and yet still somewhat time consuming – still a labor of love.
As I tied each knot making my way around the edges of the blanket, I felt like I was stitching together something that would become uniquely my product– something unlike anyone else was making – something that would be special.
And it brought to mind how we each stitch our lives together – the way relationships are the stitching together of 2 people even while the two remain separate individuals. These blankets were two pieces of fleece, placed back to back (or front to front?) and then tied all around the edges, complimenting one another while remaining two distinct swatches of soft fluffy fleece.
Together they function better than they did alone, more beautiful to behold and warmer too – yet alone they’re also lovely.
My final blanket had soccer balls on one side while the other side was a white so soft and bright that it might have been untouched driven snow silently blanketing a neighborhood on Christmas Eve.
Together they made for a lovely thick comforter two and a half by three feet.
I imagine a tiny little premie wrapped in it, soccer side out, snow side in; he’s three months old and just reaching five pounds. His mother will say a little prayer of thanks as she tucks the blanket around him and they make their way to the car for the very first time; he’s finally headed home and my blanket twins, tied to each other and now swaddling him, will work together to bring him warmth and fleecy comfort.
I think that’s what relationships are about – what friendships are like: warmth and fleecy comfort.
I’d love your thoughts and comments. What kind of thoughts do baby blankets bring to mind for you? Tell me about a time when you made something crafty that felt amazing for your heart long before you ever gifted it.