Little Man is knitting.
This happened so suddenly, and I think it is a good testament to how quickly growth can happen.
Previous attempts have always gone exactly the same:
1. “Mom, I want to knit!”
2. I get some bulky needles, bulky yarn. We cuddle up, I teach him how to hold, the little rhyme we say, we start, taking baby steps.
3. He’s all thumbs (aren’t we all?) but really all thumbs. The whole two needles + yarn is completely throwing him off. Frustration ensues.
4. “Mom? I don’t want to knit.”
5. End of lesson.
We had a little session like this just last month. So when we went to the yarn store with a friend and her daughter last weekend to buy new yarn for my friend (a newbie knitter) and needles and yarn for her seven year old daughter, I was hesitant when Little Man asked for the same kid’s beginning kitty needles that his friend was getting. He was persistent, I gave in.
He’s knit a row a two a day since then, and it seems to be sticking.He loves it when we knit together. Whether or not he grows up to be fiber obsessed, an occasional knitter, or a boy who thinks knitting is dorky remains to be seen. Regardless, at least I can say “I taught my son to knit.”