She was trying to ask me if I was wearing my "security." She kept saying "Security! Security Lindy, You need!" I stared at her blankly and she just kept repeating it over and over so I asked why I needed "security" and she went off about how I needed to protect my baby-in-utero against things like the evil eye, the full moon and people that might put spells on me. All I could think was "OOOHHH, yeah, you know, THAT kind of protection! Oh yeeeaaahhhh I get it, WHEW, for a second I thought it was something. . . else. RIIIGGHHHHHHTT." When I think of needing protection for myself and my belly-child I think of things like making sure I'm not kidnapped so someone can steal my baby or hold me for ransom, so this was. . . unexpected.
Through my Spanish and both of us miming and waving our hands about she showed me that the safety pin she was waving in my face was just the security she was referring to. She told me that I needed to at all times of the day wear a safety pin on my pants in front of my belly -OR- to place the safety pin in my underpants if I couldn't pin it anywhere.
A safety pin in my underpants.
She went on to tell me that I also needed to find a tiny key to hang from my safety pin security system and wear them both at all times. Who knew? They didn't mention this method in "What to Expect When Expecting," and my Mom sure never told me any of this. Ok, kidding, I knew she was delving into the superstitious witches and spells side of the Mexican culture and I went about the conversation with an open face.
She ended up giving me the safety pin that she had on her and actually pinned it on the front of my pants just in case I wasn't understanding what to do. She's a cool lady right? I think so. A while later her English speaking cousin (the other housekeeper) came down and filled in all the gaps for me and translated all of the questions that I could think to ask. It surprises me how open and honest they are about this entire subject. They went on to tell me about a mean lady in their family who's always starting trouble by casting bad spells on other family members and about the time that one of their brothers was supposedly killed by a particular nasty spell placed upon him.
Mary the English speaker claimed that she herself was headed for the grave from a terrible sickness afflicted on her from an Owl outside her bedroom one night, but was saved when her cousin took her here to a lady who had the vision of Jesus show up in one of her tortillas and let Mary touch it. (Jesus, not Mary, they're not catholic) She said after she touched it that she began vomiting up a black sticky substance over and over (ridding herself of the bad-magic she assumed) and immediately began to feel better and start back on the road to good health.
These ladies are my friends and until this conversation I had no clue that they were believers in all of this stuff, they're just every day people you know? When I told Mary I was surprised at all of this and didn't know she was an occult believer she kinda laughed and smiled and said "Oh, no not us, we're not really into it, we don't practice, we're Christians, it's just that some stuff has happened to us and our family over the years, no not us, but there ARE people who really do believe in it. "
Huh? Lol I think I deserve an academy award for the skill I posses in keeping a strait face through all of this. They're my friends though and I'm not about to flip out with "WHAT DO YOU MEAN you don't believe??! You said you puked TAR after seeing JESUS in a TORTILLA!! And right now I'm wearing a safety pin under my shirt!"
Nah, like I said they're my friends and I find it all quite interesting, so bring it on. I wear my safety pin when I'm sporting pants and regularly pull up my shirt to show them that I'm wearing my security. I DON'T put it in my undies when I'm wearing a dress, but they don't have to know that. It makes my friends feel better and for me it's kind of a silly secret that I carry around just for the hell of it. This may not be my thing but it IS for other people and who am I to judge and say who is right. And besides, you can never have too much security. (except when it comes to putting sharp objects in my underpants)