They’ve been popping up everywhere, these small masterpieces by my smallest child. Lily found Lexie’s old loom one day, and she’s been cranking out potholders ever since. My little organizer even made a checklist to be sure everyone she loves gets one.
Lily took such care in choosing the colors for mine. She told me she wanted it to be cheerful. I told her it’s the most cheerful thing I’ve ever seen. It even fits perfectly under my favorite coffee mug.
I know these potholder days won’t last forever. So I ignore the to-do list and curl up on the sofa with Lily. I read while she weaves, her head bent solemnly over her work. When she finishes a potholder, she crosses the recipient’s name off the list, and starts another one. Or flounces off to the next thing.
I go back to my to-do list and that’s just fine because I’m pretty sure that some of her eight-year-old enthusiastic/can-do/of-course-everyone-loves-a-potholder spirit has rubbed off on me.