My Son the Weaver

I try not to give in to every one of my children’s whims or latest interests, especially when those fleeting passions cost money.

But there are pretty clear exceptions: when there’s a strong educational component and when there’s a chance to engage them in the arts.

So when my 7-year-old son started talking non-stop about how much he loved his weaving segment in art class, I agreed to buy him a weaving board.

I made the decision after I showed him a blanket my uncle had made for the iFarmer and me when we were first married and his eyes lit up.

It’s a beautiful blanket that took an patient, skilled hand to craft.

I don’t expect that’s what I’ll get for Christmas from Future Farmboy. But I did make him a deal that I would get him some weaving materials if he’d make something for me.

He agreed…so long as I don’t watch him make it.

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Virtual Farmgirl is a communications professional with a dream of one day becoming a real farmgirl.

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