"โYou see,โ 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.โ
Helga wanted an explanation.โ Threads of loveโ her mother said, โThreads of healing and care.โ
โWhen 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.โ
โWhat? gasped Helga at this sudden revelation.
โMy own mother kept hers,โ her mum continued. โIt was believed that it was a sacred thing the thread between a mother and a child.โ