Sipping my organic green mountain coffee with soy milk and stevia...I began to think what a lovely fall day this would be. The morning started out simply with me crocheting and Alex reading aloud from her Junie B. Jones book. (She is an excellent reader and I enjoy these moments so much!)
Soon she finished her book and was looking at me with my needle in hand and I knew it was time. I grabbed some left over yarn and began to teach her. I've done this before, but she was very young and couldn't remember the process.
I tried skipping the basics so she could get right to the fun stuff and realized, like all things, without a proper foundation...nothing created would be very good. I found myself saying the words my Nanny shared with me at the age of twelve. "You hold the needle like this and you start the chain like this and when you can create perfectly even loops...I'll teach you more." :D
I had chained my heart out for hours one end (or so it seemed), with my 13 year old brother beside me. Alex asked, "Boys can crochet?" and I replied, "Boys can do anything girls can do and vice versa." I began to secretly wonder if my brother has ever picked up a crochet hook again. I stifled the laugh. :)
She looked up at the clock and said, "Mom, I wish I could stay here and crochet with you all day." My heart melted and I realized what a blessing living each day is. What a joy it is to see her little hands doing what I watched my Nanny do for years. Third generation Crocheters! :D God is Good. Life is Good. No matter what the news reports. God bless you and yours. Much love.