My mother knit. She knit constantly, but not many of her creations were handed down to me. She knit for everyone, each family member who had a baby received a sweater set and blanket. There were a lot of new babies in our large family.
She would sit and knit while watching television until her hands fell asleep. I always wanted to learn, but never realized that moment of parent/child tutorial in this process. I picked up crocheting as a young woman, but knitting always evaded my hands……until several years ago. I only had a few pieces of my mother’s handwork, but I had her yarn…….skeins and skeins of it.
When my daughter was expecting her baby, I set about on a quest to learn to knit and used these skeins for the grandmother who would never knit her that sweater set or blanket.
Now, I knit a lot of little gifts. I realize the time it takes to make a little token gift; my mother spent so many hours and hours for others, I wonder if all my cousins really understood and appreciated the time she took to create each one.
She made me sweaters when I was a little girl, but she gave them away as I grew out of their fit. I have only one small sweater left, a pink mohair one, too small to button, but always a favorite.
Knitting for me is meditation. It is impossible to have a busy mind as you are counting stitches on a row. For those who have tried meditation with little success, knitting is a way to meditate and create at the same time. Studies have proven the validity of the relaxation benefits two needles and a ball of yarn provide to lower blood pressure and stress in one’s life.
I think when their hands are ready, my own daughters will pick up the needles, pick up the skeins and skeins of yarn, and continue…….Once hooked, knitting becomes a part of you, or a recapture of the DNA that threads within your soul.
Here is my latest creation…..My mother’s sewing stitches were perfect, her knitting without mistake. Me, my stitches aren’t always in line, as my life, I live a little out of the normal boundaries as an Intuitive Medium anyway. I make mistakes in knitting, they glare up at me, as a knitter’s own eyes are the most critical. Mistakes are repairable; they take patience and work….
Regrets sometimes aren’t……….I regret not learning at my mother’s hands…….I regret her not being here to show me intricate stitches……..I regret her not being here to help me read difficult patterns………
Today, she and my dad would have celebrated their 78th wedding anniversary……..years of memories, regrets, and countless creations never finished…..
I finished this sweater yesterday. Now, my hands wait for the next Knit, the next Purl.