The name 12th and Blossom came to me one day as I sat at my mom's kitchen table. I was looking for a business name to use on Facebook, where I wanted to show off some sewing and art projects I'd completed. The name hit me like a ton of bricks...12th and Blossom.
To fully understand the name, you have to understand where I'd been in the years prior to the formation of this little business.
At 28 years old, just 20 minutes into a new marriage, I experience verbal abuse for the first time. It happened just before we walked into our wedding reception. I had never experience the level of hate and vitriol that came my way. It wasn't a one time thing. Extreme verbal, emotional, and narcissistic abuse was hurled my way day after day for the next 18 months and beyond.
Amid the turmoil, my son was born on December 12th. His first few months were a blur to me. Even now, my parents will tell stories about those early days that I don't remember. My life was in turmoil. I believed then that, in order to be a good Catholic, I needed to stay in the marriage, no matter what.
However, when my son, Andrew, was 8 months old, things changed. My son started laughing as my now ex-husband tore into me over an imagined offense. Andrew was just at the age where loud, startling noises made him giggle. He was erupting into little belly laughs while I was being ripped apart. It was a surreal moment. I realized that my ex-husband and I were giving Andrew two possible futures. He would grow up to be an abuser, or he would grow up to be a victim. Neither of us were a good example for him. I knew I had to leave. I couldn't show him his value unless I knew my own.
It sounds trite to type this, but that little 8-month-old saved my life. I don't know if I had the strength to leave for myself, but I had the strength to leave for him.
Because of Andrew, the little boy born on the 12th day of the 12th month, and the changing perspectives that motherhood brings, I blossomed.
And, that, reader, is how 12th and Blossom came to be.