Whew, that worked, I said. And when I got off the plane, I promptly forgot all about it...
The other day, I came across this blogpost at SouleMama, where she describes how her children have become completely enamoured by watching her work on her cross-stitch. To quote:
"Sit, Mama! Sit!" they say, as each of the three of them gather just as close as they possibly can to watch. To watch! Because, I've realized, a story is coming to life right in front of their eyes.And I didn't realize it until I read it, but I think I was worried that there weren't kids like I was around today... that all kids growing up today were so used to things being made super-fast, super-cheap, made out-of-sight, with never a thought of how they were made. I thought they weren't interested in the magic of making things in these days of tablets and dollarstores. And I didn't know it until I read it, but the little girl inside of me, who still delights in watching people make things, felt pretty lonely thinking there were no other little girls like her.
I'm so relieved to know that's not true. I've got kin out there. L'il kin who still believe in magic. Awesome.