The Dreamer has been sewing little felt creatures and designs onto scraps of burlap for quite some time now. This past weekend, she was happily engaged in such an activity when the Caveman decided that, he, too, was filled with the desire to sew. The thought of a just-shy-of-three-years-old creature sewing seemed to be the perfect set up for an all to familiar scream-tastrophe. I was envisioning my frustrated heathen son deep in the throes of a tantrum with burlap, needles, and various sewing articles strewn about his writhing heap of despair, but we tried it anyway.
I tied one end of the approximately foot long strand of fine cotton yarn to the burlap, and the other end in a square knot around the eye of the tapestry needle. I did one stitch for him, showing him to "pull through, stick the needle in nearby, flip over..."
I reluctantly released the project over to an eager caveman with a sense of dread building in my stomach, but to my complete surprise, he did it it! He could sew!
He was so enthralled with the activity, that he silently sat stitching with the occasional drool drip that comes with thorough concentration falling onto his tapestry.
He even added a yellow flower!
The moral of the story: I underestimated the little Caveman and his motor skills, and could've easily, in a less patient mood, have completely denied him the chance to try. I am so glad that I did, because he loved sewing his tiny tapestry just as much as searching for earthworms...
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