It’s a windy day here in the Midwest, but the sun is finally shining brightly again after what felt like weeks of dreary greyness. It’s early January, but with an outside temp of 41, it almost feels like fall instead of the post-Christmas winter that it really is.
The older two started school again yesterday and while they’re away (and on his day off from pre-school), the youngest is enjoying having the house and everything that goes with it to himself again… even if only for a few hours.
It’s been two days, and we’re slowly getting back into our regular school time routine. The little guy and I spent some time in the basement this morning cleaning up and putting boxes of decorations back into storage. Let’s face it though, cleaning the basement is not something that will keep a 5-year-old’s attention for very long, if at all, so even though my time downstairs was productive, it was short-lived. It’s almost nap time now, and he still has more energy than the Energizer bunny so I’m having him dance to the ending credit songs as I sit soaking in what’s left of the winter sunshine while drinking a much-needed cup of tea and crocheting a new throw pillow cover for the sofa.
In between crazy dance moves, he keeps coming over and showering me with kisses and then he goes over to my mama’s dog to pat her on the head and give her just a little more loving.
We’ve been dog sitting Lilly for a few weeks now and my daughter and the little guy are loving it. I don’t think any dog has ever been more loved while on vacation than this one. She’s definitely been spoiled with lots of hugs and belly rubs these past two weeks.
The holidays tend to get a little more stressful than they need to be for me, and this year was no exception. They’re over now though and I’m thankful that (almost) everything’s been put away for the next 11 months. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, but the added decorations and other stuff make our home feel so much smaller than it is, and that just gets to me.
So, to not be a Grinch, I knit, crochet, cross-stitch or embroider… anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied… and because there are only a few minutes left before nap time, I try to get another row completed while the little guy shows off his crazy moves, but I’m distracted and having a hard time crocheting anything right now.
Knitting and crocheting remind me of my Oma. Oma lived a good long life and, at 96, we knew that our days left with her were numbered, but I don’t think that any of us were really and truly prepared when she passed away on Christmas morning. Well, maybe those that lived closest to her were, but I know that I wasn’t.
I have so many fond memories of her teaching me to knit while I was visiting her in Germany, and then teaching me even more knitting techniques later on in my 20’s when I lived there with her. Even though I eventually learned to crochet thanks to YouTube, she’s the one who first showed me how to hold the hook and crochet a chain.
She was an amazing woman and words can not describe how much I miss her. I’m thankful though for the time I was able to spend with her, especially those years in my early 20’s.
And I feel blessed knowing that every time I pick up my needles or hook to create something new, a little piece of her lives on.