Victor's mom came for a visit this past weekend.
Last time Lela visited she had brought a crochet hook upon Grace's request, and she worked hard with Grace trying to teach her. But Grace found it confusing, her mind just wasn't quite able to get the knack of it. So Lela told her that it might be easier for her to work with two needles instead of one hook. So this time she brought with her shiny blue knitting needles and a ball of super soft yarn.
Sure enough, Grace found the steps involved in knitting much more to her liking! She practiced and practiced all weekend, looking to Lela's patient guidance when she forgot a step or ran into a snarl.
Her tongue worked as much as her fingers, wiggling about with each instance of careful concentration. And her sweet little hands looked both shockingly capable as they juggled needles and yarn, but also still so tiny and young.
I love that she asked to learn. That she is interested in a time-honored tradition rooted as much in love as it was in necessity. That it is something special that she can develop as a skill and hobby, hopefully. And best of all, that it can be a connection with her grandmother, who learned these skills from her mother and grandmother and aunts. So many of these precious arts feel like they are steadily disappearing in our instant-gratification and throw away society.
I even love that it is something that I can't teach her, in a way it makes it all the more special and all the more hers. So proud of you, Grace! Keep up the hard work!