When I was about 6 years old, my grandmother taught me how to crochet. I remember it was on lavender yarn. I made myself a “belt” that was only a single chain wide (because that’s all I knew how to do.) I tied it around my waist and wore it everywhere. I was pretty proud of my new fashion.
I was cleaning out my Gram’s closet a few months ago and came across her old crochet bag. It was still full of hooks and yarn. I haven’t seen her crochet (or knit) in years. I suppose it’s because her eye sight has gotten too bad, although I never have asked.
I still crochet sometimes myself. I think it is relaxing. I don’t attempt intricate designs. A basic infinity scarf is about as complex as I get. I just enjoy keeping my hands busy while I’m watching TV. Sometimes our dog, Pearl, thinks the scarf is a blanket and tries to cuddle while I crochet. Its a known rule in our house that you cannot have a blanket on your lap without Pearl crawling underneath. She’s very snuggley. I normally just put the yarn aside and let her lay there. Let sleeping dogs lie (literally).
A few weeks ago, I picked up some yarn. I decided to crochet a blanket. I have taken my time with it, really trying to enjoy every stitch I put in. The blanket is for our son. He should be here in about three months time. We’re trying to buy everything he needs to be ready for him. I didn’t want to buy his first blanket though. I mean, the blankets at the store are probably softer and prettier. I’m sure I’ve missed a stitch somewhere along the line. He’ll have plenty of those perfect blankets too. Babies need lots of blankets. But his first blanket will be riddled with imperfections. Maybe there’s a snag.. Or probably some dog hair from Pearl jumping on my lap. But no blanket at the store could possibly be made with as much love.
I am picturing the moment when he is wrapped in this imperfect blanket, in Mikel’s arms, and our lives will be whole. Three months feels like a million years away, but I know the time is coming. Not yet, but soon though.. Soon.