Last week three older girls from some homeschooling families I’ve met came over to be Mother’s Helpers so I could continue to stay off my feet and let this baby safely and quietly incubate further. (We’ll hit the 36 mark in a few days. People are calling this a miracle baby. I’m not arguing.)
Two of the girls helped Rae and Mary Elizabeth in their architect roles, and they built huge dwellings using beautiful, handmade blocks my uncle recently made for my children. The buildings made the perfect homes for our saint dolls from Saint Luke’s Brush and Catholic Folk Toys.
Meanwhile, a 9-year-old girl started teaching Madeline (6) how to crochet. She was in heaven – not only because she looks up to older girls but because she has been wanting to give crocheting a try. So have I, in fact. I hear that it’s a little easier than knitting, so maybe I wouldn’t get so frustrated.
Madeline sure didn’t seem frustrated. As her little, patient hands worked, she was focused and happy. She’s not even really making anything useful yet. She’s simply crocheting a long colorful rope. She’s so proud of her work, though, and how long it’s growing.
“Look how long it is, Mommy!” she exclaimed.
“Crocheting is my new favorite hobby,” she added.
I watched her little hands move with confidence, joy, and with hope, too.
“I’m not ready yet,” she told me, “but when I get a little better I can actually make something. This is fun for now though.”
And then, “Do you want me to teach you, Mommy?”
Oh, sweet child of mine, I want you to teach me so much. Not just how to crochet but how to embrace the journey, the progress, and the belief that growth has direction and purpose even if it’s not all that obvious. I want to find joy and hope in the work that I do even if it doesn’t seem to have any real measure – at least not by our society’s idea of successful work. Be my teacher. Show me how it’s done. Show me how to cherish these beautiful stitches in time together.
As always, thanks to Ginny for hosting the weekly Yarn Along posts!