The God of Fertility must have a sense of humor.
So my much younger brother currently lives in Japan (in the army) and during a recent visit to Hawaii he found and purchased Adel and I a “fertility tiki”. He had just recently heard of our IF struggles and felt he was doing his part with this purchase. I thought it was a cute and thoughtful gesture from someone who could never really understand the life of an infertile (he, at 24, has a 9 month old beautiful baby girl), He was so excited he had found it and shipped it out to us immediately.
It arrived today... broken. Lol.
Oh the irony. Our fertility tiki broken? Shocker. I mean... it is almost hilarious really.
Though I am not one to believe in the superstition of this small wooden figurine, I felt was in no position to decline the sweet gesture. Now however... I am left wondering what it arriving broken must mean. Eeeep!
Meh... just like in life... it might be time to bust out the super glue and put the pieces back together. :)
The Tiki came with this tag:
“God of Fertility - Hawaiians have long believed that the God of Fertility is the true bearer of good fortune. Whatever your heart desires --wealth, fame, or even a new baby --just rub his shiny, round “opu” and your wish is his command.”
Here’s to hoping his “opu” wasn’t affected by his amputated feet.
