It started with a cup of coffee.
I met a woman at my daughter's gymnastics class. We seemed to hit it off. Similar acquaintances, similar lines of work, we chatted, we made a date.
Of course it was the day before Halloween and I had spent the entire morning volunteering at my children's harvest festival. I was dressed the part. Classic rocker chic; ripped jeans, van halen cut off shirt, and hot pink wig. I can't say I was working it, but there was no time to change. I had to text her to let her know what to look for; we'd only met one other time - she probably wouldn't recognize me.
We bonded over coffee. Shared stories of our lives, talked about our journeys. As I was leaving, thankful to finally get out of my getup, this new friend flagged me down. She pressed a bottle of lavender oil in my hand. She told me she was just thinking that if Everly, six months at the time, was having a hard time with teething to mix the oil with coconut oil and rub it on her back and gums. I took it, thanked her, tossed it in my purse, and forgot about it, in my hurry to get out of my crazy clothes.
That night we were at dinner at a friend's house. The baby was sleeping in her carrier, the kids were running around outside screaming about cops and robbers. The food was plentiful, the wine full, and we sat watching the sunset. I was dressed like a normal mother and not some forgotten dead head. Then the baby woke up. I quickly unstrapped her, cuddled her, nursed her. She screamed. She flipped her mind out. She did what only babies do when they are absolutely not okay and nothing is working. The night started to unravel. My perfect moment was swept up in trying to calm the baby while still keeping a semblance of normalcy with our friends. The first hour went by, the second started creeping up.
A small thought went through my mind, Lavender oil.
I ran to the car, mixed it with coconut oil, and rubbed it all over Everly.
It was as if everything calmed for her. The screaming stop. The body arching hysterics ceased. She took a deep breath and sighed, then she lay her head down against me and rested. A few minutes later she fell asleep.
A chance meeting, an oil pressed in hand.
I didn't know I needed it. I knew about essential oils, but not the powerful effect they have. Sometimes it's the chance encounters that bring the greatest reward. Thankfully I had the oil in my purse. Thankfully I hadn't thrown it away. And thankfully I was desperate enough to actually use it.
Now when Everly is mad or upset, a little lavender rubbed on her back calms her down. Every time it's accompanied with a deep sigh, as if what was bothering was so great that the sudden relief goes all the way through her.
Essential Oils are the answer for parents when nothing else will work. They are relief when there are no options. They are a tool that brings health. They are powerful. They should not be used carelessly or without thought, but they should be used!