It’s no secret that I’m a proud Momma of my little girls.
I’ve been struggling to write a coherent, well-written post telling you about how my children are the smartest and quickest children in the Northland, all the while sounding humble and greatful. Something along the lines of Prairie Home Companion, "where the children are all above average." I’m afraid it just isn’t going to happen today.
I will tell you, however, that I was extremely happy when my 5 year old came up to me yesterday and asked me to teach her to knit. I didn’t have high expectations, since she’s only 5, and she and I are a bit like oil and water when it comes to me teaching her anything. She surprised me though, she picked up the knit stitch like she had learned it through osmosis over the years. Come to think of it, I’ve been knitting since before she was born, so perhaps she did pick it up through osmosis in the womb. Regardless, she knit 3 rows before she decided that was enough for the day. This morning while watching cartoons, she was able to do another half of a row before she got distracted. At this rate, we’re hoping to have a tiny blanket for her dolls made by next fall. There’s no rush. If she’s happy knitting here and there, then I am too.