Music to my ears.

I have had my sewing machines out on the kitchen table lately doing some baby gifts and teaching some of the YW to sew. My machines usually sit in my "Craft Cave" in the basement.

Yesterday Caroline saw them and said, "Mom I want to learn how to sew".
That was it, the world stopped. I didn't care about the half made soup on the stove, the messy house - nothing at the point mattered but her words.

We stacked two boxes on the floor so that her foot could reach the pedal and I sat down with her and had her sew drawn lines on a few sheets of paper. Then we went to the "cave" and dug out some fabric and I handed her a pair of scissors and said, "cut away my friend, cut away"

She cut squares, strips and even circles. Then she just started sewing. I taught her how to lift the presser foot, back stitch, put the need down, bring the needle up, use the cutter on the side - she did it all.

She said, "oh I wish everyone in my class could see me right now"

I realize that most parents feel this kind of joy when their kids do well on a test, learn to read or make the honor roll, but my joy is found in hearing my girls say "I want to learn how to..." and then doing it. She ran in from school today and sat back down at the machine and sewed and sewed. She made a darling fleece case for Jeff's "blueberry" (that is what she calls his blackberry)

Ahh the joys in the mind of a creative mother.