Full circle

Like a lot of mothers I started knitting for my children when they were still in the womb. They were swaddled in fine wool lace shawls which provided warmth, security and comfort as required. From then on small jumpers, hats and gloves were the fruit of my knitting needles. Until the era of two digits. Teenagers recoiling in horror at handcrafted clothing. Not cool, Mum!
The one exception was a black crew neck sweater I knitted for Rory when he went off to uni. My, how he loved that sweater. Another comfort for a young man starting to make his way in the world and a link to home and mum. It was cherished for many years although it became ragged and thoroughly disreputable looking. I honestly think it is still hidden away in his flat somewhere.
Last winter, I knitted him a black, always black, sweater. He loved it. Dipping a second toe in the water I knitted him a black hoodie. Also loved.
Tentatively I suggested socks. Far warmer and cosier than shop bought, I said. The first pair opened Rory's soul to the sheer joy of hand knit wool socks. It was love at first foot. Now aged 33 he's delighted to be promised a pair for each day of the week. I feel needed again.
We have turned full circle :-)