Some Thoughts Upon
Child Blessings, Quickenings, or Sainings

Quickening refers to making alive or vitalizing. Saining means to sanctify or bless so as to protect from evil influence. 

A Child Blessing centers around the child.

It's about giving the child a name, offering it protection, dedicating it to the Goddess, and/or welcoming it into a community.

The more personal you make such a blessing, the more meaningful, and powerful, it will be. It is important to consider what you include from your own tradition. This ritual might include just the child, a parent and a priestess, or it might involve many more players and a far larger community.

There may be stories to be shared, legends to be outlined, well-wishes made, prophesies spoken, an anointing with oil, water, herbs, and gifts.

A particular Goddess, and maybe a God, might be invoked.

The child is brought forward by a parent or parents. There may be guardians to be named, to help the child along the way in life.

There is a presentation of the child to the Goddess, the community, or both.

All this is done within a magickal circle that is cast. There is the calling of particular energies from the quarters appropriate for the event and the traditions involved.

Here are links from our MoonPath CUUPS online ritual site to pages that have at least something to do with children:



Can You Imagine?
(For the Child in All of Us)
by Robert F. Potts

Can you imagine a world without witches,
A world with all people the same?
Where the only known dragons are hiding in books,
And children are terribly tame?
A world without magic would be sad indeed.
I cannot imagine the pain
Of having a world where there's no Santa Claus,
Where wizards are searched for in vain.

Can you imagine a world without spells,
That science and businesses run?
And think of the sadness a unicorn feels
When he no longer plays in the sun
Can you imagine a world without witches,
No elves, and no magical pools?
And can you imagine how dull it would be
If all that we had were the schools?

I cannot imagine a world without witches,
A world with no magical wand.
A world without beauty, or even a dream,
Or a wood sprite of whom to be fond
They say I should grow up and be more mature,
Like a normal adult ought to do.
But I'd rather, at night, go to dance with a witch,
And I'll bet that you feel that way, too.


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