A Ball of Yarn to Pass Along the Love

Translated…

Awhile ago, as the seasons changed, I was sorting through my closets, I’d stumbled upon several knitted sweaters, it was when I lived in the army retirement villages, the elders taught me, to knit, for my children.

The sweaters were all knitted using different methods, with an assortment of styles, regular fit, turtlenecks, etc., etc., etc., and, there were also, small vests, small socks and hats too, etc., etc., etc.

Back then, I’d used the spare time I had from after the chores were finished, and, with my back toward the kids, knitted them out, one stitch at a time.  I’d only hoped, to finish knitting the sweaters, the coats quickly, so my kids can have something warm to put on.  Every time I saw how happy they were, to put on the sweaters, the coats, the shirts I’d knitted for them, I’d felt, overjoyed too.

The years passed swiftly, and, now, they’re all grown, and the clothes, no longer fitted them anymore.  Seeing how the colors had faded around the collars, the sleeves too, with the rest of the parts still intact and kept well, I’d wanted to, give them a brand new life; because I’d knitted each one, stitch, by stitch, and the sweaters had all the expectations, the hopes I’d had, for my young, and the tracks of their coming of age also, covered these sweaters too.

I’d taken all of these sweaters apart, cut off the torn portions, and, washed the remaining yarn clean, then, started, reknitting them again.  And because, there weren’t, as much of the same balls of yarn, so, I’d had to, mix and match, to make the sweaters bigger.

On some, the sleeves are of different colors than the rest of the body, some were, made with different colored yarns; on some, the sleeves and the collars are the same color, but different, from the rest of the body, I’d also, mixed in parts of their coming of age knitting these sweaters for them too.

That day, as they’d all come home, put on their new sweaters, they were all, grinning, ear to ear.  As they’d pulled on each other’s collars, they’d laughed, even louder still.  Everybody was so very surprised, how quickly time had come to pass.

They’d still recalled how they looked on that first day of school in the elementary and high school years, and now, it’s, no longer the same anymore.  But, what’s amazing was, these balls of yarn had, lasted over decades, to allow the connection between parents and children to remain unchanged, instead, we’d become, even more tightly knitted together with one another now.

And so, this, is a mother’s love, to make her children’s older sweaters into new ones, she’d knitted them from before, because she’d wanted her kids to have warm clothes to wear, and, it’s with this heart of love she’d carried, to remake the sweaters again, and, surely enough, the kids felt the love that’s knitted into the sweater by their mother.