The moment I heard, I knew what I was going to do. Knit. Knit a baby blanket for one of our Veterinarians whose due date is November 27th.
This is a woman who locked “horns” with me the moment we met. I didn’t get it then and I don’t get it today. Let’s just say there was a personality conflict. There were interactions when she was clearly nasty and sarcastic, and some occasions when our cats could have been treated with more compassion. Not once did I retaliate, even if I wanted to, but rather chose to be polite.
However, my thoughts were anything but polite. And always Hubby heard my “beef” regarding this woman after the fact.
I tried every time I went to this office to be polite to her. It boiled down we were cordial to one another and that’s about as far as that went.
So in hearing about this woman’s pregnancy, I could have begun the self-righteous thinking in that, hey she did me wrong, she did my cats wrong, so she doesn’t deserve a thing from me. The victim stance …
I opted, however, to knit a baby blanket for her baby boy.
My Mom taught me to knit and to crochet. With every knitted stitch I thought of my Mom, knitting that blanket in Complete Love. *tears stinging*
I don’t know how I did it but I finished that blanket in about 3 week’s time.
I called the office to ask when this Vet would be available and on the day I knew she would be there, I went to a store, carefully selecting wrapping paper, a bow, ribbon, and a baby card. I chose a card with Noah’s Ark on it, which I thought perfect seeing how many animals this woman and her husband have themselves.
Wrapping that blanket with tender loving care, I then drove to the office, gift sitting on the passenger seat of my car. My timing was unrivaled because Dr. H just “happened” to be going on break to get off her feet when I walked in the door. I was then shown where this woman was sitting. In one glance all my “hard feelings” melted away.
But wait a minute! Come to think of it all those hard feelings left when I was knitting that baby blanket.
Before me sat a woman fighting to get her breath back, face pinched and a little white, and looking so tired. I knew in that one glance she was not having an easy pregnancy. How my Heart went out to her in that Moment.
Compassion flowed from my eyes as I assessed her face and told her she looked a little white but otherwise OK so please just sit there for a bit with your feet up and catch your breath. (My RN side in action.). I stood there in silence and when I told her I saw the color come back into her face I handed her my big box.
She made sure she did not rip the paper or cut the ribbon, saying she was saving everything. And when she opened that box I will never for as long as I live forget the look on her face. *tears stinging*
Awe, complete awe, as if she had just unwrapped a Treasure was clearly written all over her face. She looked up at me barely able to contain the tears and said, “You made this?” “Yes, Mame, I certainly did”, I replied. She kept on staring in wonder just not able to get over how beautiful this blanket is.
I went on to tell her my Mother taught me how to knit when I was a child and the immense comfort knitting that blanket had given me. I also told her that at the end of her life I Loved my Mother in ways I never saw coming even though throughout most of my Life my Heart had held black bitterness towards her.
Everyone who looked upon that blanket could “feel” the LOVE.
Just before I left I asked Dr. H if she wanted me to put the box aside for her. She told me “oh no! … I just want to hold this blanket.” *lump in throat*
When you do something from out of Love, that Love multiplies exponentially, and even if there had been harsh “feelings” those “feelings” disappear in a heartbeat the moment Unconditional Love is employed. (IF the Love is received.) In giving this woman a baby blanket that I made with my own two hands for her precious baby boy, every time she wraps that blanket around him, she will think of me and she will also think of the Love between my Mom and me, too.
And in so doing the Love radiates in an ever widening circle. *tears stinging*
The pillow in the picture is a replica of a pillow I sent to my Mom the week she was dying. I wanted her to know, Mom, I am here right here with you! *tear on cheek*
Photography/ “Exponential Love”/ “November 2017©AmyRose