Threads

alastair macleod

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"“You see,” said her mother, picking up another ball of wool, men think they are in charge but it is us women who weave the fabric of life just as I knit this yarn into a jumper so we spin the yarn into a bairn in our wombs. Then we spin the bairns into a family with threads you cannot see.”
Helga wanted an explanation.” Threads of love” her mother said, “Threads of healing and care.”
“When you were born we wrapped you in a worn piece of silk that came down from my mother. She said it was lucky, a piece of faerie dress she said.
You know I kept a piece of the umbilical cord.”
“What? gasped Helga at this sudden revelation.
“My own mother kept hers,” her mum continued. “It was believed that it was a sacred thing the thread between a mother and a child.”