Hair-bows and healing
I love to create something beautiful. It gives me the greatest satisfaction in
life.
When I was first battling depression in college, I wrote
poetry, stories, and essays. I didn’t know I had depression,
so I didn’t know I was healing myself. I wrote about my roommates, about my lost
love, about running, about Marge Simpson. Beauty can be found everywhere.
The greatest paradox is post-partum depression. Beauty and
depression. I have just created the most beautiful thing a person can create,
another little person; and, yet the sinking feeling of worthlessness and
overwhelming inadequacy to the task accompanies the beauty. So strange. It feels so unnatural.
Can I tell you what I did after my first baby? Before I knew that beauty healed me?
I made hair bows.
Isn’t that so simple?
My sister-in-law and dear friend Audrey lived an hour away
from me in El Paso while her husband was doing his medical residency, so we
were both alone-ish. We became friends
and she taught me to make hairbows for my sweet baby girl. We would make them for hours, and watch
movies. They started off so simple, just
a ribbon looped twice, secured with string, and hot glued to a barrette. They have become more elaborate over time.
My baby girl with her bows. |
Hairbows. So
simple. So healing.
I love the way you write! I want to make hair bows, perhaps I can learn from your ability to make beautiful things=)
ReplyDeleteI totally get this. Working with my hands to create something tangible is such good therapy for me, too. Love you.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely! Thanks for sharing!
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