The other day, my son (the one who barely speaks to me) came down the steps, looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘I want to learn to knit.”
First of all, I’m not surprised.
He’s a crafty kid and good with his hands – of course he’d be interested in something like knitting.
Secondly, I had an A HA parenting moment.
I can knit!
Not well, mind you.
But I’ve made a few beanies in my life and they were decent enough to give away.
At least, I hope.
So I taught my son how to knit.
Then. . . my nephew comes home and tells me he’s learning the piano.
And my mom says, ‘Auntie Michelle can play piano. Michelle, show him ‘Heart and Soul’.”
Now, you can’t really teach an 8-year old how to play ‘Heart and Soul’ from memory.
There’s syncopation. Rhythm. Timing.
I gave up after two tries.
But, you know when you were younger and your parents were forcing you to play piano and you wondered when, in your future life, were you going to need this skill, WELL I’M HERE TO TELL YOU. . .
Never knew I’d need to know piano and knitting to bond with my lovely family, but I’LL TAKE IT!
I am retro cool!