Bestest Mommies -- A Bedtime Story from Adrienne

Last night, I finished my (blue and black) red scarf. I had not said really anything to my kids about why I was knitting the scarf, and they don’t ask a lot of questions (they are 15, 11 and 9, and Mom just knits, and they don’t want to know about it.) When I was tucking my 9 year old son in bed, he said he felt sorry for foster kids. (Hmm, where did that come from, I don’t recall telling him WHY I was knitting the scarf?) I asked him why, and he explained how much they miss out on, and how hard it must be and lots of other (good) reasons, from the 9 year old perspective. I asked if he knew why I knit the scarf I had just finished. Puzzled look on his face, he had not a clue why I had done it. I explained why. In my 9 year olds opinion, everyone who takes part in this project, are “The bestest Mommy’s.” I suppose if you are not a Mommy, then “the bestest” part is still true in his eyes.  -- Adrienne

 

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[amy]

Aahhh! How sweet.