Utterly out of the blue last night, my daughter at the ripe old age of four & three quarter years, asks can you teach me to knit. You could have pushed me over with a feather at that moment. I think my heart turned to mush. It was the last thing I expected her to say. I of course said yes, shall we do that tomorrow morning, a hearty yes being the reply.
She then immediately asked me who taught me to knit – one of my childhood memories came flooding back. Me, about five years old sitting on my brother’s lap in the kitchen – he reading a book to teach himself to teach me – with Mum on hand for tips. I still have that book. So I replied my brother – who is your brother the next question. Uncle K (the whole a person can be more than one thing still does not sit well – its my nana not your mum!).
This morning she asks are you teaching me to knit after I am dressed – the keenness is real. We started with some of my needles but they were clearly to big. A quick internet search confirmed that kids’ needles exist, she picking on screen which ones she wanted, so off we went to Spotlight to find them. Needless to say the pink pair were acquired, along with some pink sparkly wool and some rainbow wool – all her own choosing.
To help teach her I am using the rhyme from this post which I also found this morning – thank you Tin Can Knits. My little sweetheart says I am going to make something for you, something for daddy, and something for me. Heart melt! And while it will clearly take her some time to get the hang of this, and I need to find out if I should be teaching her differently as she is left handed to my right handed, her “independent as hell” nature is already in full flight. Keen to do it on her own she demanded I go and get my current knitting – because she wants us to knit together. Heart melt more! I even had to take her knitting down the road with us for lunch. As a die hard Sci Fi person I have to save the force could be strong with this one!
Can you remember learning to knit or teaching someone else?