The Magic of a Rainbow Quilt

I am not a person who values material possessions. Most things to me are replaceable. Things may be expensive, but pretty much anything I have, I feel like I could replace or lose, and that'd be fine. I lost a lot of my journals a few years ago, and that was probably the worst thing, and it sucked and kinda gave me weird guilt and grief, but still not really that much.

There is one thing in my possession now that I consider my most prized possession. And it is my rainbow quilt. If you are reading this from my blog, you can see it in all its glory all about these words.

I've written about this rainbow quilt before, and while it was special to me then, it is nothing to how special it is to me now. When Mark came into my life, I wanted so desperately to give him physical manifestations of love in the real world. So last Christmas, I sent him a small quilt, patterned after this larger one, the symbolism of mother and child ever apparent in the manifestation. It was also something I could get done quickly. I wanted him to have something he could wrap up in, but I didn't have time to get it done for Christmas.

And so I sent it off to him, and he loved it. I would hold my rainbow blanket, and he would hold his, and it would connect us for that moment, and he could feel some small measure of love in his world that ached for it so much.

For his birthday, I finished up my other rainbow quilt, and I sent it off to him. Before I sent it off, I spent a week or two holding it each day, so that it would come with super mommy love all over it. I also put the two quilts together, so they would be bonded too. And then I packed that quilt in a box, and shipped it off to Australia.

And so now the magic of the rainbow blankies is that they connect mother and son across an ocean. I will hold my quilt, and Mark will wrap up in his, and it is a moment of beauty, to step out of the world, and take a moment to spend with my son, and to just see him. He amazes me. He is truly beautiful and amazing to me. And whenever I take a moment to stop, slow down, and appreciate that, I am filled with wonder.

That, to me, is the magical wonder of my most prized possession, my rainbow quilt.