At the start of the summer, shortly after the flyer showed up in the mail, I asked the Teen if she wanted to take a hand sewing class with me. To my surprise and delight, she said yes. And so on the hottest day of the summer, we drove up to Cooperstown to make drawstring bags.
(Not a drawstring bag. I just liked the flower arrangement.)
For two hours, we did nothing but sew (and sweat). We talked a little but mostly just hung out. It was wonderful, made even more lovely by the knowledge that she'll be out and away before we know it.
(This was the only picture she'd let me take of her, btw.)
You know how when you have infants and parents of older kids tell you to treasure these days because they go fast and really, more than anything, you kind of want to punch them because you are so tired and so ready to get a break from constantly dealing with babies? Yeah?
Yeah. Once you get past that -- say right around 4th grade -- it really does go faster than you can imagine. It's amazing, really, and bittersweet. Sometimes, though, you can convince them to hang out with you, despite all of the other stuff that is in their lives.
(Our sewing instructor, whose name I knew at the time. But by the time we'd gotten home, it had flown out of my head, along with the story of these dolls. Sorry sewing instructor! You were great.)
I recommend finding that time, if you can, even if a hand-sewn drawstring bag is one of the last things you need.