He Wants to Learn How To Knit
A Conversation with my mother
Philadelphia, PA
1975
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My mother called me, "Brian just asked me to teach him to knit. He wants to learn how to knit." Her tone sounded perplexed.
"So teach him", I responded a bit flippantly.
"Oh, I don't know", she responded sheepishly, "Do you think I should? I don't know? Is that too girly?"
I don't think she ever did. But Brian did teach himself to knit and he knits all the time now. As a matter of fact, our niece recently gave birth to a little boy. We all bought him gifts from Amazon. But Brian knit him a beautiful, beautiful baby blanket.
My mother would have been so proud of Brian.
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