These days my knitting and crafting has been so hit and miss. My shoulder and arm won’t let me do much repetitive work for long, but I do sneak in rows occasionally. In the evenings, after the children are in bed, sometimes while I read aloud or when I listen to them read to me. Something about that yarn… the sight, the feel, the comfort of repeating stitches, fabric growing under my fingers.
It’s just so good to have a tangible reminder that work done is not in vain. I can see slow progress on my knitting, but the work of parenting is much more fluid and unseen. I need these reminders that the stitches of days, in and out, repeated motions of truth told and meals prepared, hugs given, discipline handed out… all this is right and good, and input matters more than outcome.
So I mother and I knit, I wipe dishes and kiss hurts. I speak truth to the ones in my care, and listen to the truth of the Spirit in my own heart.
I’ve been working on these rainbow socks since summer, in hopes to finish the pair for Miss A for Christmas. We shall see if that gets accomplished. 🙂
My crochet blanket is probably big enough, but I can’t seem to make myself be done with it just yet. When I’m working on it, it seems that inevitable that one of my girls wants to snuggle on my lap underneath it. I think I may have one of these always going. Truly, truly fun to make.
This is only a portion of the books I/we are going through right now. I’m two chapters into Adorned – our women’s Bible Study group is going through it. It’s very good so far. Children of the Storm came highly recommended by a friend, and we are reading it aloud as a family. It’s a true story/biography about a girl and her family in Communist Russia, and the persecution they endured. It’s sobering and excellent and inspiring all at once. I’m going through Season’s of a Mother’s Heart again, and enjoying it every bit as much as I did the first time. I’ve been picking it up when I need good reminders of mothering truth, reminders of loving and caring and nurturing being my highest goal. The author, Sally Clarkson, always inspires me in this direction, and I love that it was written by her when her children were the same age as mine. The Power of Habit is an unusual book choice for me, but I’m loving it. It’s an easy and engaging read on the science of habits and how much of an impact they have on our lives.
I’ve recommitted to more reading these days… even if it’s just 3-5 minutes a day. I think the same holds true for all creative and restful pursuits. Even if there isn’t time to spend hours engaging in them, it makes them no less worthwhile. Perhaps it’s even more important in busy seasons, to make time for the things that bring joy.
Little bits of progress, day by day, row by row, line upon line.