A Matriarchal Blessing
(A written prayer, a sort of love letter.)
I bless you with the love I have for you as your mother, my faith in Jesus, and the hints of priestesshood that are within me.
My son, you were born in a room in our home, surrounded by brave words written on white pendants, and pictures of brave women, painted by my brave friend, Ash Mae. You were also surrounded by the loveliest, gentlest Mormon midwife, her assistant, your father who loves you, and me, your mother, who carried you. The sun was new, like you. Your sister was present for a few moments just before and just after your entrance.
I want every good thing for you, and I bless you with the best things that I know. I bless you with kindness, both that you may be kind, and that you may see and receive the kindness in others. I bless you with wisdom, and a love of knowledge and truth. I bless you that you may have a love of stories, and of history, and remembering, and that those stories, and history, and remembering may help carry you both in the present and towards the future.
I bless you that you may feel loved and welcome, in your family, your church, and in any other community of which you wish to be a part, as I bless you that you may love and welcome. I bless you to have a strong relationship with your sister, Cora. She is among the best of humans. I bless you to feel the presence and care of your Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother, who also love you. I bless you and I thank you for coming to me, and being mine. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
With all of the love that I possess,