I have a little story to share ...
So, a couple of days ago, I was busy knitting up some Wee Hoot's for my upcoming show when the littlest one comes over, gently lays a hand on my leg and says in a quiet little voice,
"Momma, is that owl for me?"
And so I say that it's for the show coming up and she looks at me and replies,
"Because I don't have one yet."
And I stop short as my heart breaks, and the guilt floods in and I look at my little girl and realize, with absolute horror! that of the dozens of owls that she has watched me knit for gifts, for shows, for commissions, that she is absolutely right -
I have not made one yet for my own little poppet!!
"Oh my goodness, my love" I say, "you are right, pick out whichever wool you like and we will make you one right now!"
My sweet little girl smiles at me and races to the wool basket, quickly finding some purpley-blue Noro and running back to hand it to me.
"This one Momma!" she says all smiles.
"Those are perfect colours," I say, quickly pulling my needles out of the current owl I was working on so that I can get straight to work on an owl that is tragically overdue ...
"Pick out some buttons for eyes, Missy Moo and I'll have it ready in no time."
She named her Wee Hoot "Heart" and after feeding her breakfast this morning (above) took her to school for Show and Tell.
I'm so happy that she loves her new owl and bless her heart, doesn't seem to mind that it took so long to have one to call her own.
I am humbled by her heart and the unconditional love and patience that it contains.
Thank you my love, for just being you.