As part of our homeschool journey, I’ve decided to teach the children how to sew as I also go along and learn. At least for them I can do the basic stuff that I don’t need much know-how to teach. I’m still hoping to get lessons for myself but that’s not today’s topic.
Two weeks ago or so, we started learning how to sew a straight line on the sewing machine, and how to do the same by hand. When the machine started moving, poor little lass got a huge fright and thought it was too much for her to handle, even on the lowest setting. Kinda like me learning to drive and feeling like I was zooming at 30km/hr! Her brother was calmer but also stiff and nervous. Too cute.
Later after baby girl had gone back to sleep, we did the hand sewing part. It was tough-on me! Just a small thing like making a knot and sewing a simple running stitch across a small piece of cloth. Trying to teach both of them skills that seem so easy to me but are scary and difficult to them, while trying to find words to articulate it, just seemed so daunting. It required much patience and internal heavy breathing.
But man, when they were done and so excited and saying, “Thank you for teaching us how to sew!” it was worth it. They really enjoyed it and wanted to keep practicing. Today as I was teaching my daughter the next step to making an invisible hem (by hand) she told me she’d even practiced making knots with string. I had no clue sewing mattered that much to her.
They both enjoyed it and felt we grew closer over it. As hard as it was for me to find ways to make it simpler, to repeat the same instruction in different ways and keep encouraging them when they wanted to give up, I wouldn’t have it any other way. These simple things that make our children feel proud and grateful are the things that will draw them closer to us. (And help them hem their own clothes one day! )
And who doesn’t like a spot of bonding with your precious children?