Three Stitchers in the House

When he learned that he had missed out on an opportunity to learn to stitch, my oldest began an immediate campaign for his own turn. It was a mere day later, but apparently felt like an eternity to him.

Finally, on the appointed day, we were outside enjoying a little sunshine, when he said to me, "I want to hurry up and go inside because I want to learn to stitch. Its one of my dreams and its coming true!" "One of your dreams?" I asked. "Yes!" he replied. "If it is one of your dreams, why have you never told me?" I asked. "Because I thought you would say no, and not to touch your stitching stuff" he replied.

Oh, how quickly they grow from the toddler (who gets in trouble for cutting up my beautiful overdyed flosses into tiny bits and then pulling all of my pins out of the pincushion, dropping them on the floor one at a time to hear the sound it makes) into the almost-big boy.

Since the first stitching session, I have advanced both children to a hoop with scraps of an old cotton sheet for stitching on, and drew shapes per their request for them to stitch over.

The little one chose to connect her shapes, then proclaimed that she was "All done!".

The oldest spent a few hours, spread over a couple of days, very carefully stitching on the line, proclaiming to anyone who would listen, "I love to stitch!". He is now finished with the first shape and anxiously awaiting a change of thread color for the next shape.