My eldest son (Owen) often asks me which baby I am knitting for and how I decided which colours to use. It seems to help him to bridge that gap between me being his mama and being a doula for others. The wool that I use changes colour as I knit so each bootie is an explosion of colour.
When Owen went for an interview at the Vancouver Waldorf School, he found and presented his teacher with a "jewel". He came up close beside her, leaning his body against hers, and presented her with his gift. The gift of his trust, love and imagination. A few months later, at the beginning of Kindergarten, his teacher mentioned that she kept that "jewel" on her coffee table all summer as a reminder to keep him in her thoughts and heart. My knitting is like that for me: the parents that I work with share their dreams with me, give me the gift of their trust, and invite me to witness the birth of their families. One of the things that I get to do is transform plain wool into something special while keeping them present in my mind's eye. Knitting gives me a chance to dream about each baby who will be entering our world. Beautiful!