It sounds delightful, domestic, and mommy-like, right?
I was hoping that my pregnancy hormones would predispose me to have unrealized talents in this area.
So, on Tuesday, I got together with my pregnant friend Jenna, and off we waddled to a knitting class at the little church across the street from our house.
Both of us had the goal of booties. Attempting a sweater or a hat seemed a bit too complex. But booties should be simple, easy, and quick, right? Definitely, we both agreed.
Once we arrived to class, our instructor suited us up with wooden knitting sticks, a ball of yarn, and the more realistic goal of making a small square hot pad. :-(
I was disappointed.
I have too many hot pads as it is. So, I began to wonder if perhaps I could use the hot pad as a washcloth for baby. Or maybe use it as an ultra-small burp cloth. My mind began to desperately think of the ways that a very small square piece of knitted yarn could be useful, appreciated, and later sentimentally valued by my future child. But I was coming up short. :-(
After 45 minutes of one-on-one instruction with an extremely patient teacher and only a very small bit of knitting to show for my very confused mind and fumbling fingers, it was time for me to speak up.
"Thank you, but I think this task is a bit too tedious for me," I admitted. As I waved my white flag, the instructor smiled kindly.
Finally, class was over, and Jenna left with her results -- with the ball of yarn and the wooden needles still attached.
But her results were so small that I had to squint in the sunshine to see them on our walk home. We both laughed. And then I started to feel guilty as a mother.
I wanted to give my child something hand-made, but I had nothing to show for it.
Am I the first generation in my family to NOT give her child the gift of something handmade? I began to feel so sad.
And then I remembered that each of us are blessed with different gifts and that the gifts I'd be giving my child would be different than this. And that's OK, I guess. Right?
I am an archive-r, a memory-saver, a sentimental writer, and a ready-to-learn future photographer. The gifts that I give my child (other than love, food, shelter, and fun) will come from the talents that God has given me. And they will result from the things that I ENJOY doing!
So while my child might not have a pair of hand-knit baby booties (let alone a hot pad), he or she will have so much more: a mom who loves them immensely and who will be savoring and documenting every moment of his or her life!