"Mom, can I sew something?" he's been asking off-and-on for a few weeks. Finally, Saturday afternoon, I had time to sit down with him.
"What would you like to make?" I asked.
"A snake!" he said.
Fabric was duly procured--from a leg of his old pants with holes in the knee--and off he went.
Sort of. There was a lot of knotted thread. There is a lot of knotted thread. But it's on the inside, so who will ever see, yes?
(If you're going to teach your kids to sew, you have to teach them all your bad sewing habits, too. While I've been known to rip rows of knitting back to fix one stitch out of place, my mantra for sewing has always been, "Is anyone going to see it? No? Onward, then!")
Some stuffing, a pair of purple eyes, a green tongue, and "Pete" was a snake fit for the Garden of Eden.
But Pete did not quell the Kid's sewing urge. The next day, he was ready to tackle something else. "I want to make a pillow," he announced expectantly.
I gave him the run of my fabric stash, and then left him under the direction of his dada while I want grocery shopping. When I got back the two of them were trying to sew a pillow as big as a car tire by hand.
"What if we do this one on the sewing machine?" I suggested.
We began the lesson with a sober lecture re: Sewing Machines Are Serious, No Squirreling Around, Needle In Fingers=OUCH + Mommy Will Pass Out. This made him wisely cautious at first, but he gradually got the hang of feeding the material--but not his hands--through.
And he was so proud of that pillow when he was done! "I'm going to take it to school to sit on in our classroom and tomorrow we're going to sew a truck and a monster and I want to sew something for everyone!" he declared in one big breath, before collapsing on his new creation on the floor in front of a movie.
I'm going to be busy. My fabric stash is going to be depleted. But, even so, having a new sewing buddy is going to be great fun.