A Natural Legacy

OK I admit it, when the domestic goddess gene was handed out I was busy somewhere and only got given the ‘leftovers’.  So staying at home playing happy families/mummy wasn’t really my thing.  Don’t get me wrong I did do it and love my family enormously but as soon as the girls were old enough I toodled off to uni to start a new career.

These days I just love being at home as long as I’m fit and healthy, plus I now run our shop from home.  So when our daughter asked me to look after Miss Faith for the day I knew that although the foot wasn’t 100% I would be able to sit down and play cards or whatever with this switched on little 3 year old and should really cope with customers and her without too much trouble.

Miss Faith was dropped off at 7-30a.m. and by morning tea time we had watched kiddies TV, served a couple of customers and made a batch of banana chocolate chip muffins, so a sit down and a cuppa were well welcomed.  Miss Faith chose to sit on my lap and  I picked up a little redwork project and stitched away while she munched on her muffin.

Later on I left Miss Faith sitting on my chair watching a kiddies movie while I cleaned up in the kitchen. I popped in to check on her and got the biggest surprise I think I have ever had. 
This little 3 year old (only just turned 3) had picked up my stitchery and was stitching!  I don’t mean shoving the needle in any old place.  This kiddie was actually doing my redwork!
Really!!!! 
I even managed to remember to get photos.  You know if it hadn’t had been a different tension sign,  I would have struggled to see where she had sewn.  Honestly, I was and still am gobsmacked.  Faith had sewn on top of my Pigma marks, only a few stitches but enough to finish off the star  thingy I was working on. Once I got over the shock, I gave this little sweetie her own small hoop, a bit of fabric, needle and thread and left her to it.  For over an hour this little tot stitched, only needing my help to thread the needle and tie the knot.
Bliss *sigh*, yep, I’m so excited.  The next generation has picked up it’s own needle and stitched – yeah.
To some of you this may mean next to nothing, but to this Grandma it’s an enormous thrill and one I just had to share.
hugs