The prodigal daughter has come home. My youngest child (the one who gave me three stretch marks- but I’m over almost over it) asked me to teach her to knit. I demonstrated, and then handed the sticks to her. She grabbed them like bayonets, stuck her tongue out, hunched her shoulder and dug in! Why oh why did I not take a picture? After twisted, dropped and mangled stitches she asked if it frustrated me that she was so awkward at it. I could honestly answer that it did not. Has she forgotten who toilet trained her? Now that was frustrating. Yuck!
After an hour she said it didn’t feel right and could I teach her to crochet instead? I assured her that I could. I taught her older sister and recently, her sister in-law. I reminded her that the hat a blanket I made her son for Christmas were both crocheted. We made a date for tomorrow.
My grandmother taught me to crochet. She said I was too clumsy to knit. It seems to skip a generation. I am really fortunate that it didn’t skip me and that I get to be the one to teach both of my daughters and my daughter in-law. I have learned to appreciate their determination to succeed, their humility to be taught and to learn. I can’t wait to watch their creativity and self expression begin in a new medium.
