This afternoon I sat with my first born. After a couple of hours in town, in an effort to extricate her from the library, I said we could do some sewing. Together. Once the boys were sleeping. On the sewing machine. By herself. So, the boys slumbered and she learnt to sew. Sew for the first time. And so she pinned.
She sewed. Oh so gentle fairy fingers. Just guiding fabric, not forcing. Tiny hands. Lifting foot. Turning. Rounding corners. My foot on pedal. Her hands, sewing.
Turning out. So proud. So pleased. Sewing. Sewed.
Fluffing, stuffing. So ready to make more. Keen and glowing. Eyes twinkling. Excitedly chattering. My wee girl.
One slumbering on freshly made pillow. With fabric carefully chosen and sewed all by herself.