I find the act of gift giving for a new baby bittersweet. On one hand, I truly am happy for the friends and hope everyone will be healthy and happy. On the other hand, well, there’s always a persistent thought of ‘when will it be my turn?’
For a long time now, I’ve tried to knit things for expecting friends. The earlier ones used to just be full of joy and excitement. The latter ones are more bittersweet. Some I never get around to knitting because it’s too painful to handle. Some I wait a long while until I can knit with (mostly) love and not envy. I’d like to think I’m infusing the gift with some of that love and child would feel the affection of his or her entire community. Or maybe I’m just being overly fanciful.