I have them all over my house. There are super-soft baby-sized ones in pastels scattered in TT’s play areas and her room; there are Hubby-sized ones with bold dark stripes on our bed and in the living room. There are the heavyweight “it’s below zero” afghans and the lighter “just for cuddling” afghans. We have lap-sized afghans and giant-sized afghans.
I used to wonder what we would do with them all.
The answer came to me the first winter of my marriage. It gets COLD in our old farmhouse. The luxury of warm floors is for those in the ’burbs to enjoy – we don’t go anywhere in our house without wool socks or, better yet, our Hush Puppy rabbit-fur slippers (they were worth every penny!). The piles of afghans went into immediate use as the temperature dipped, and I came to appreciate Mom’s obsession with keeping us warm, her concern about the old farmhouse (even as romantic as she thinks it is) and its heating (or lack of).
Now that I’m a mother, I relate more with that maternal instinct (or are we just weird?) to keep your family warm. I’m always piling on another blanket before I leave TT’s room, or trying to get her socks back ON her feet (though her feet are rarely cold – what is WITH that?), or marveling at how you CAN have too many blankets, but we don’t (we have just the right amount). I marvel at how my mother can take what looks to me like a string and turn it into something I will curl up under and get piping hot.
So if my mother can take a ball of yarn and turn it into an afghan or another beautiful creation, think of what God can do with ME! Here I am, much less useful than the ball of yarn, and certainly less appreciative of my lot in life, and yet He does not fail to tug and push and pull with the knitting needles, urging me to more than I was before.
I loved this post! My Grandma Woodruff used to crochet afghans like crazy. If there was an occassion, there was an afghan! I was lucky that she was able to make one for Jonnie when he was born.
I can relate to what you said about TT socks & feet. The first thing Jon does when he gets home from school is to take off his socks and shoes. He refused to wear socks to church this morning and only wanted shoes.