With all the nursing and holding and snuggling I’ve been doing lately, my hands have been itching to make something. I don’t do well at doing nothing, and while I don’t think that holding a sick little one is by any means ‘nothing’ it certainly isn’t ‘doing’. And doing makes me happy.
So I dug out my yarn stash, found a couple of knitting needles in the same size (that took a bit of searching, let me tell you), pulled up a couple of knitting videos to watch as a refresher course, and started.
My grandmother taught me how to knit when I was little. I don’t think I ever got past scarf making, and I wasn’t very prolific, but I know that my Dad still has a scarf I made for him when I was 10 or 11. I’ve made a couple of simple things since then, but it’s been a while since I’ve tried. I had forgotten how calming the motions of knitting can be. And the rhythmic clicking of the needles is certain to bring one of the little ones to see what Mama’s doing. Right now I’m just trying to remember the basics, which is about as far as I ever got with my knitting, but I am enjoying it more than I thought I would.