Last week my son bolted into my studio with his normal after-school hug for Mom. He saw me finishing my manuscript on my computer, with my sewing machine next to me unused and said, “Mom, can I sew?”
Music to my ears! I dropped what I was doing and immediately asked, “What do you want to make?”
“A bag or a pouch.” He’d already made oodles of those. So I tried to steer him in a different direction.
“How about a pillowcase?” I asked.
“Okay!” he beamed.
We immediately started picking out appropriate fabrics from my stash, and I rotary cut and ironed. Then, quietly, looking up at me with his big baby blues, this adorable young man offered this:
“Mom, I just want to sew.”
Oh. You mean it doesn’t matter what it is? You don’t have to “make” a finished product?
Nope. He just wanted to sew. Use the machine, sit on my lap, and sew.
So in the vein of not having to “make” anything, I’m not showing the finished product, which he is sleeping on. He did enjoy having a pillowcase, it just wasn’t necessary, for him anyway.
What a difference in perspective.
