So my best friend is soon to be a mother for the first time. And as she writes this new chapter in her life, I find my creativity leaning towards baby friendly things. This child will grow up with an abundance of love, and the best community to guide her, and I can't wait to be a part of it.
Heres what I recently made (with some power-tool guidance from my 'handy man husband') for the new life who is yet to come...
Made from Leather, wooden beads, NZ timber, featuring a shell from the shores of Mexico, and a coin pendants from the middle east.
Human development is magic! I made this baby gym monochrome on purpose, and here's why. Did you know that a baby can only see black, white and grey for the first three months of life? Also, their focus point cannot extend beyond 30cm. And then you get the golden moments when they finally focus on your face and crack a smile.
We all know how fast babies grow. So after the first three months of hang time under this baby gym, it can become a wall hanging - Just slide the legs off and voila!
This one Is a gift but I wanted to post about it to understand if this is something people are interested in - So please let me know if you are. In keeping with the Bespoke way, each one would still be different and unique.
I also wanted to share this poem about childern that my own mother recently read to me around my time of marriage. Its written by the Prophet - Khalil Gibran.
" Your children are not your children, They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself They come through you but not from you And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you
You may give them your heart but not your thoughts For they have their own thoughts You may house their bodies but not their souls For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow Which you cannot visit not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you For life goes not backwards, nor tarries with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth The Archer sees the mark on the path of the infinite And He bends you with His might that His arrow may go swift and far
Let your bending in the Archers hand be for gladness For even as He loves the arrow that flies So too He loves the bow that is stable "