Today I am so proud.
Today I helped a mama make her son a Waldorf doll for his first Birthday present.
Bronwen arrived this morning with her son, mum and 4 of her brothers and sisters. We spent a really wonderful day chatting, eating cake and soup, the kids played and went for a walk in the woods and us mama's worked our socks off:
Bronwen had never made a Waldorf doll before and described her ability level as 'beginner, but lucky'. It was so great to watch the doll take shape in her hands.
As soon as the skin was over the head you could really see that she was making the doll in the image of her son. I have been thinking of this since and I think it is because of this: while Bronwen was making her doll, she was looking for the perfect proportions, shape and positioning of the features...and of course to Bronwen the image of perfection is her son. So it is only natural that the doll she made looked like her son, the image of perfection to her.
And here he is:
Isn't he completely wonderful!! Bursting with joy and fun and enthusiasm and above all love!
We all felt a wonderful sense of achievement in the end, I only wish I'd had a bottle of bubbly to crack open, it was one of those kinds of occasions :-)