I remember my belly being absolutely huge and no longer being able to sit at the sewing machine to make things. I felt lost. Creating things was how I knew to express myself (besides writing). At the time my mom was in Florida for a short time. Seeing my frustration she sat down one day and taught me how to crochet.
I practiced the basics and each time I finished a square in one of the stitches she taught me I’d take it to her like a child seeking approval. Each time she would turn the piece over and over in her hands not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity as she scrutinized each stitch. Finally she would say, “That’s good Sam. Now do it again.” And she would processed to take it apart stitch by stitch in front of me and I would do it again until she felt like I was good enough to move on.
Crocheting is one of the best things she has ever taught me. I love it! I can take my yarn and hooks with me wherever I go and I can make beautiful things that cannot be made with a sewing machine. I’ve been making things for my family and myself ever since and have had people stop my kids and I in the store asking about the hats and scarves and where they can get them. Seeing people light up because of something I made makes me feel amazing.