Poor ole Seth's got the run's. Or rather, he's got no control over his bowel, and we've got he runs. Except now its just me. Running.
I am a bit of a sadist in that I like it when the kids are sick- Not really sick. Then I worry and panic and become wild-eyed and frenzied. Rather, colds, and slight fevers, because then the lads want to be snuggled and tucked up, and fed warm milk and hear stories. They are calm and mostly stationary. We all behave the way I imagined motherhood would be before I actually had real children.
However, Seth is not conventionally sick. He is maddeningly mobile and loud and as active as normal- he's just squirting freely from his derriere.
Arses.
Knitting. I love the authenticity of clacking away, and seeing my hard work transform yarn into something beautiful. There's something elemental, and faithful about making stuff.
My pregnancies are marked by two things; Heartburn and knitting. My babies, and my friends babies wore garments imbued with love and hope.
When my mum was first in hospital, a lovely friend sent me a cardigan she owned. An item I had frequently admired. The letter accompanying it suggested I wear it when I needed comfort. I wear it now and think of the love and kindness of my lovely lasses
I want to make my mum a cashmere shawl to keep her warm when the warfarin, inactivity and sadness creep into her bones.
I want to make my boys, and my friends babies, hats to keep their noggins warm. Scarves that my lasses can wrap around themselves when the booze and kebabs only partially heat their safe journey home.
Like flying carpets, technicoloured dreamcoats, and sorting hats, I imagine that my affection and adoration are stitched within my higgledy tension and botched finish, making them magical.
I simply don't have the time anymore. The babies are bigger, so their hats take more stitches, my lads take, well, just more. I now have counselling work, and coursework and all that other stuff involving cleaning and cooking. Yet, I still want to make.
So, here I am, facing the labour saving knitting machine. Should I buy one?
Knitters, what say you?
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