This week, my son gave me the gift of a visit, although because of the demands and dynamic of his career, I was prepared not to see him for another 3 months. I had a gift of my own ready for him, and stepped forth in the morning with the box extended in my arms. He looked up from his work and, with a nod said, "Thanks, I need to finish this." "No worries", I teased, "It only took me four months to complete."
We have grown to understand each other, and neither of us was offended in the exchange. The years of tender attention to the shaping of our relationship, and guiding the character and spirit of my child, has led us to a special knowing of each other.
And while it may seem trivial in comparison, it's a tender commitment and hard work also with my knitting that yields a result of which I can be proud. The gentle shaping of each section of a garment and careful attention to gauge, seaming and fiber are what makes all the difference.
Knitting my son's Brooklyn Tweed Slade Cardigan presented me with the challenge of learning a new technique for button holes... and as I knitted the sweater, there were times when I worried about the fit... or simply whether he would like it.
I admit, I worried, too, as I fumbled through this thing called motherhood, whether I was doing a good job. In the end, it's of no good use for worry. Both the sweater, and my son, turned out better than I could have imagined.