So the story with the tree is...Each of my siblings and I have a carving of a native tree that's on the wall of our home. This is part of my carving. My tree is a Puriri Tree. This tree was chosen for me from my mother to reflect my personality - one reason is because the Puriri Tree bears colourful flowers and fruit all year round. It is a source of nutrients and food for native birds.
Milan's Placenta has been buried at mum and dads with a Puriri Tree planted on top to mark the spot.
Milan's Placenta has been buried at mum and dads with a Puriri Tree planted on top to mark the spot.
May Milan's placenta give nourishment to this Puriri rakau,
May it symbolise Milan's connection to this land,
May the Puriri grow strong and tall,
And may Milan grow strong and tall as well.
May Milan's Pito give connection to both our whanau,
May it symbolise our love for Milan,
May Milan grow in strength, love and compassion within his wairua,
Knowing that we will always be there for him.
For our new baby boy;
May you always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels always rest their wings
outside your front door.
He honore he kororia ki te Atua,
He maungarongo ki te whenua,
He whakaaropai ki nga tangata katoa,
Hangai e te Atua he ngakau hou,
Ki roto ki tena, ki tena o matou,
Whakatongia tou wairua tapu,
Hei aroha nui,
Hei whangai,
Hei tautoko hoki,
mo matou tamaiti tane.
Peace and Blessings to our baby boy.
Arohanui, Maungarongo, whakamanawa hoki ki a koe, e tama.
Mir i Blagoslovi, volim te Milan.
... and the story with the tree continues...
So! Mum got the tree to plant over Milan's Placenta and left it near the hole that was dug by my brother - right beside the fenceline. Unfortunately, on the other side of the fence were some hungry goats who thought some Puriri leaves and branches was exactly what they wanted for breakfast!
Needless to say the beautiful little tree that was meant to resemble Milan's connection to the earth turned out worse for wear for the burying ritual. We're hoping it will bounce back with the nourishment of the placenta under it over the next few weeks...
Classic!
May it symbolise Milan's connection to this land,
May the Puriri grow strong and tall,
And may Milan grow strong and tall as well.
May Milan's Pito give connection to both our whanau,
May it symbolise our love for Milan,
May Milan grow in strength, love and compassion within his wairua,
Knowing that we will always be there for him.
For our new baby boy;
May you always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels always rest their wings
outside your front door.
He honore he kororia ki te Atua,
He maungarongo ki te whenua,
He whakaaropai ki nga tangata katoa,
Hangai e te Atua he ngakau hou,
Ki roto ki tena, ki tena o matou,
Whakatongia tou wairua tapu,
Hei aroha nui,
Hei whangai,
Hei tautoko hoki,
mo matou tamaiti tane.
Peace and Blessings to our baby boy.
Arohanui, Maungarongo, whakamanawa hoki ki a koe, e tama.
Mir i Blagoslovi, volim te Milan.
... and the story with the tree continues...So! Mum got the tree to plant over Milan's Placenta and left it near the hole that was dug by my brother - right beside the fenceline. Unfortunately, on the other side of the fence were some hungry goats who thought some Puriri leaves and branches was exactly what they wanted for breakfast!
Needless to say the beautiful little tree that was meant to resemble Milan's connection to the earth turned out worse for wear for the burying ritual. We're hoping it will bounce back with the nourishment of the placenta under it over the next few weeks...
Classic!
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