Tuesday, November 01, 2011
(Knitty hat pattern: BRAMBLES)
I never bragged about my kids when they were growing up. I detested those that did. I bragged about my dog. Huck. Not that I didnt think my two kids weren't amazing. They were. And yours are too. I just hated the give and take of so many suburban converstaions.....bummping into someone in the grocery store.
"Oh SHe's on the Varsity Volleyball team, did you see her in V-show? She's applied to Dartmouth and Dennison. How's Allison?""
"She's good" I'd say and smile. ANd walk away. I didnt' want the comparative chatter. I knew she was amazing and miserable during high school. I knew my Zach was an amazing interpreter of the world around in him, on paper. I was in love with my kids, even as teens. Especially as teens.
Well now Im braggin. The girl knits circles around me. Look at her hat, done while really concentrating on something entirely different. And look at her spreading knit love around, teaching others to knit....while during their allotted break time of course.
Sometimes you simply have to BRAG
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