Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Little girl turning young lady.
She's been begging to learn to crochet. I kept delaying because I thought she was too young; it would be too hard for her to understand; she wouldn't have the patience to follow through.
Why do I always assume the worst, I wonder?
If it is too hard for her to understand, she will learn that knowledge needs to be sought after, worked towards. If she lacks the patience, what better way to grow it? And who am I to put an AGE on interests?! sheesh.
On a day that was about 98 degrees, when I had no energy but to sit and have a fan blowing hot air on me, I finally gave in and figured the lesson would last about five minutes.
Instead, she worked alongside me for nearly an hour while I was crocheting myself. I know my girl. I know that part of the drive she had was simply to sit and be with me (big girls still yearn for snuggles) and another part came from the deep, great desire to do something worthwhile, something with the distinct air of grown-up-ness.
She fills pockets of time by the window with her little tin full of pink yarn and blue crochet hook. She anxiously wonders if her tension is good enough to start the next step---single crochet.
She is becoming more full of grown-up-ness by the day.
It makes me proud and secretly, a wee bit sad.