The Gypsy Mama

I like to get lost on the internet. Weaving my way from from this site to that. Sometimes not even knowing how I ended up where I do. Tabs open further than the screen can hold. Sites full of different stories, stories from people I know, mostly of people I don't but feel like I do. Images of people from far off lands or right door.

These days I am still in love with Pinterest and the beautiful inspiration I find there. Before the year ends, I have promised myself a craft weekend and plan to make something I have found there.

Today I found The Gypsy Mama, and I can actually trace my steps there. It started at Naptime Diaries with Jessie's link to her new site, Sashes to the Merchants. A site that is geared more to the online business community side of selling really beautiful and creative things. From there, I was reminded about her partner at Sashes to the Mechants, Handmade Recess. A beautifully written blog, and she sells gorgeous handbags. See my favorite one here. Once I trust the South African mail system again, I will be buying this. Until then I will just have to swoon from afar. Handmade Recess posted remember, which then lead me to the The Gypsy Mama.

The Gypsy Mama host's Five Minute Friday. Last week's post was titled Remember. Five Minute Friday's challenge you to stop, drop and write for five minutes, no editing allowed. Just be free. Think I'll try it on Friday. Not sure if I will share it, but I'm gonna give it ago, see how it feels and what I come up with.

Here is what The Gypsy Mama  wrote:

GO

It was strange to be unable to move when they pulled you out of me.

Strange not to have been tired and sweaty from the pushing. Instead I was laid out like a plank – these legs of mine numb to the baby girl crying across the room. But my heart. My heart poured out of my eyes and my arms ached with the empty anticipation of meeting you hand to hand, fingers to flesh.

Hungry eyes waited and feasted on that small flailing fist waving at me from the scale a million miles away.

But when your angry face was wrpped up in that cocoon of warm blankets the journey began. They walked you over to me and my world as I knew it bust apart, to meet you my daughter. My tiny made-in-the-image of me woman child.

Flesh of my flesh and heart of my heart they laid you cheek to cheek with me and despite the epidural I danced.

Every iota of me danced to meet you.

STOP

So beautiful and exactly how I felt when I gave birth to Ava, yet would never be able to put it so eloquently. She's now moved on to the blog list. 

I am so ready for December holiday, it's not even funny...

My little pumpkin pie this morning, hogging the bed like she does.

Trying to break out the back door.

I love photos of her sleeping in the car.

Babysitting the fam this weekend. 

Let the party planning begin!

~Blair