Well, it has been awhile, but a new baby always changes how your day to day flows and somehow writing got squeezed out in favor of clean laundry and washed dishes. The summer flew by with our precious little newborn and then fall seemed to come early with my first born starting kindergarten. Now the winter solstice has passed and winter is upon us and with the new year came the resolution to get back to writing.
I floundered for awhile trying to figure out where to start after so long, but then I thought to just start at where I am now. I try to write about what makes me think about the past- what makes me wonder or what makes me pause and reevaluate my present
During the quiet days after Christmas and New Year our family went for a couple of winter hikes. I am really starting to come around to my husband’s pont of view and enjoy winter more. Sure it is cold, but your hikes are crisp, there no bugs, you hear the snow under your feet, it is usually just your family enjoying the area, etc.
As we hiked what I like to think of as “our” prairie the boys investigated the icy patches, looked for the beaver lodges, picked up sticks and in general just explored nature with a curiosity that only young kids can have.We hiked a far ways and by the time we turned around the baby was sleeping in her carrier that my husband toted and I was carrying the middle child back.
We were all ready to head home and make some eggnog and sandwiches. As we got to the van my oldest son carried his younger brother’s mitten and boot that had fallen off as I carried little brother back up the hill. Unfortunately, he was missing one of his own mittens.
One of the mittens I knit…
I am a little sentimental about what I knit my kids: so, we were going to go back and find that mitten. I went back first and hiked a considerable way back with no success. Next my husband and son trudged off to look for that mitten. If it had been another store bought one I probably would have just said, let’s just go- we have extra mittens at home, but that mitten had value to me.
It made me stop and think. What if we only had mittens I had knit? What if I had to go home and knit a new pair, not for fun, or because I wanted to, but because he had to keep his hands warm.
We live in a throw away culture, especially in regards to our clothes. If it doesn’t’ fit, or if we lose it, or if it gets a hole or tear, off it goes to the trash or donation box because we always know we can get another cheap one at the big box store near by.
I want to keep my old farmwife “mitten perspective” and stop and think before I buy something new or get rid of something old- what if I had to make a new one or couldn’t afford to buy a new one. I think that would rapidly change many of my purchases.
Plus, I might just have to make some mitten strings.