I am constantly berating myself to get my butt unglued from this computer, and DO more with my daughter. I know that she feels safe and loved, but I also know that kids just want more of our attention and time than anything else. And being an introvert makes that really difficult for me. So this evening, I was reminded of exactly how little that can entail.
While she was still eating her dinner, I pulled out a cross-stitch project that I’ve recently unearthed and been working on again. She’s seen me cross-stitch before, although it has been a couple of years now. But this time she was fascinated, asking all kinds of questions. I explained to her how it’s done. She wanted to try doing a stitch on my project. I groaned inside. I should have known better than to try working on something so complicated in front of her. Now I’d never get anything done on it!
Instead of brushing her off, I thought about all the supplies I had in my sewing room. So I took her in there, found some aida cloth, an embroidery hoop, some embroidery thread, and a spare needle. I set it up for her, showed her how to thread the needle and do the stitches, and let her go for it. I kept encouraging her, explaining that it took practice and patience to learn how to do it well. I had threaded her needle the way I do mine, with the double ends threaded, and using the looped end to “tie” at the beginning. But that gave her trouble, because the ends of the thread kept slipping out of the needle as she tried to work. So we pulled everything out, and started again, and I showed her how to work it using a needle threaded as if you’re sewing, and how to stitch over the doubled ends to keep them from pulling out. Since the needle couldn’t unthread, that worked much better for her.
So for 10-15 minutes of effort, I had one very happy girl. I see the crafting gene has been passed down.
|Now why does this display rotated here, and right side up everywhere else?|