When I was a young girl, my older sister learned to knit in home-ec class. I thought she was so cool because she made me some “dorm boots” that I loved. I wanted to learn to knit SO BAD, but my mother wouldn’t buy any yarn because she said she was spending enough on me already with piano lessons.
So, I just watched my sister instead and waited for my chance in home ec class. A few years later in home ec class, I was SO EXCITED on the day we learned to knit. I picked a simple white acrylic yarn and some silver knitting needles. I worked very hard on that scarf, and was so proud.
When my boyfriend’s mother saw me knitting, she said that she would be glad to teach me to crochet. Crochet was much easier when I was young, so I dropped the knitting needles and went for crochet instead. She taught me to make granny squares. I still have the sheet of paper that she wrote the pattern on. I eventually broke up with that boyfriend. Years later, his mother passed away from breast cancer, and I called him to offer my condolence.
Funny thing is…MANY years later, he and I ended up dating again, got engaged, had a child together, but didn’t get married. He moved on with his life and I did the same. Our child is a sweet boy with a beautiful singing voice.
Now, sometimes I’ll pull out that crochet pattern and remember his mother. She was a real sweetie.
I can’t crochet anymore because it hurts my wrist, so that’s why I decided to learn to knit. I can hold the needles carefully and knit without twisting my wrist. Sometimes, I’ll feel my ex-boyfriend’s mother watching over my shoulder as I learn. It’s pretty cool. I’m sure she knows that I gave her a grandson!
Every Christmas and birthday, I give my son a knitted gift. I feel in my soul that it is really a gift from the grandmother that he never met.
I ended up marrying a different man, who is the love of my life, so the story has a VERY happy ending! He lets me knit as much as I want. He’s a real joy.