We’ve been making bracelets. You know the ones, out of embroidery floss and many, many knots later you have a tri-colored bracelet. Pretty simple and rather cute. Last year I made one for each of the kids. The girls tried and handed them off for me to finish last year.
This year, I’d made mine, Charlotte’s, Sterling’s, and was working Ruby’s when Liberty walked in and asked if I was working on hers. I told her I wasn’t, and she said, “Oh, good. I was afraid that was mine and I didn’t want to be rude but I really want to do my own.” She’s been working on it for two days. It’s not done, and it’s not perfect. But it’s all her own. And somewhere along the line, we’ve gotten past her desire to hand it off when it’s not perfect and it’s hard and have Momma finish it for her so she doesn’t have to struggle with it. Oh, my, my little girl is growing up.
Now that was a moment.
