In many families, the christening gown is a cherished heirloom,
carefully preserved to be handed down to the child who wore it when
to christen his or her own child. Few items of clothing in baby's first
year hold as much meaning for new parents as the outfit in which they
first present their precious gift to their community. Nearly every
culture around the world has traditions associated with christening
naming their children, from church ceremonies to joyous celebrations.
a universally understood wish - to present a new member of the
community - whether that community be your church congregation, your
Just before my oldest daughter was born, I decided that I wanted my
daughter to wear a gown made by my own hands on her christening day.
chose a pattern that incorporated a complex stitch known as 'The Tree
Life'. It seemed appropriate for a day that would mark the beginning
her spiritual life within the Church. I bought skeins of white
fingering yarn, and a new crochet hook specifically to work on the lacy
confection that I planned. My husband gifted me with a carryall to hold
work in progress and the yarn, a bright yellow and green bag that opened
to stand at my feet wherever I set it -- and I set it everywhere.
For the next six weeks, the christening gown went with me everywhere.
crocheted en route to work, to home, to family parties and to meetings.
I worked on it during my breaks at work, drawing up stitch after stitch
after stitch. My coworkers and family measured the progress of the
christening gown row by row - and each row was a full 60 inches long.
after day and week after week, the christening gown grew, and as it
I found myself explaining to strangers in coffee houses, demonstrating
the tree of life stitch to passers by in the park, and building
memories into the weaving of the skirt.
The half-finished christening gown came to the hospital with me when
Cara was born. She was three hours old the first time that I measured
length against her tiny body, marveling at the way her little toes
poked through the openwork lace of the skirt. It accompanied us home,
on our first excursions as mom and baby. I worked on it at La Leche
League meetings and mommy-and-me massage workshops. It was a never-ending
labor, with every row taking nearly two hours to complete.
The night before her christening, I stayed up late to put the finishing
touches on the frothy lace of the gown, weaving a pale green ribbon
for life - through the eyelet opening at the waist and around her
throat. The day was hot, but she was the very picture of angelic innocence
the crocheted gown over which I had worked so long. She wore it two
hours that day - it was far too hot to let her swelter in such a lavish
I wish I could say that the christening gown has been tucked away,
carefully preserved for her own daughter, but it would be a lie. For
first two years of Cara's life, it hung in her closet, a reminder of
the wishes of fortune I'd worked into every stitch. She was three the
second time that she put it on - running barefoot from her room and
turning in front of me to let the skirt flare wide and ask me to tie
ribbon. She was four when she wore it in her preschool play in the role
of the Princess. At Halloween, she reprised the role, adding a crown
silk wildflowers to be the Queen of Earth. For a year, it clothed a
doll that was larger than Cara, standing in corner of her room. The
christening gown has been worn for dress-up, for celebration, for play
for comfort. It was only the intervention of her grandmother that kept
Cara from wearing it on her First Communion Day, and on the morning
her Confirmation, she laid the by-now bedraggled and well-worn
christening dress out on her bed, and carefully worked the pale green
ribbon free so that she could wear it in her hair as she took her place
the Church as an adult.
The christening gown that I started on a whim has followed her
throughout her life as a child and into adulthood. It finally gave in
wear and tear of use and began to unravel - but Cara has the ribbon
still, and a small ball of white yarn she salvaged from the carefully
dress. I have no regrets about allowing her to wear and play in her
christening gown all her life. I only have this wish for you as you
the garment in which your own child will be clothed - may it bring you
and your child all the blessings and joy that Cara's christening dress
has brought to our family
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