My darling MIL (mother in law) once took a bra of mine out of the bathroom hamper and took it home with her. She wanted to have it blessed by a Medicine Man she knows and sees once a year. When we went to see her in Phoenix, she gave it back to me and said, “I needed something personal from you to take to him.”
I really hadn’t known it was missing. But I was very touched that she cared about me enough to have done the little theft! She took a pair of Alex’s boxers as well. Used ones. Oh my! Well, it makes perfect sense that a Medicine Man would want something truly personal.
When Alex and I married, his mother fretted about how she was going to afford to give my mother at least four sheep. Since my mom lived in an apartment with no yard, the sheep really were not an issue to my mother. (Bear in mind, I am past child bearing years, so I might have commanded ten sheep in earlier years. At least I was a four sheep woman even at forty-two.)
Marrying a Navajo man has been both a blessing and a curse. Yes, there is a spirituality involved that is dynamite, but there are also drawbacks. Alex’s sister, her husband, and four children were coming for a visit. We really wanted to spend the time with just them. Alex’s mom got wind of the visit and decided she wanted to come for a visit at the same time. I told Alex to explain that we really could not accommodate any more than his sister and her family at one time.
We awakened at 2 a.m. the night after Alex’s conversation with his mom asking her to postpone her visit. Alex was covered with ants and half of the bed was covered with ants. My side of the bed was pristine. I could not help but laugh. My darling MIL had been at work. Whether I believe in this or not, is irrelevant. It simply happened. I saw it.