Practice Makes Perfect

I’m learning how to knit, and it’s frustrating.  Figuring out how to hold the needle, hold the yard, make the stitches.  It feels totally awkward.  I wonder if I’ll ever knit with the skills I see in my knitting friends.  Then I remember how it was when I first started babywearing.  

In the beginning, it was incredibly awkward.  Holding the baby, wrapping straps, fumbling with buckles. Trying to get that darned thing on required the patience of a saint, and the limbs of a contortionist.  Or so I thought.  Watching a seasoned babywearer put her child in a carrier with fluidity and grace was awe inspiring. Would I ever be able to do it?

So, I practiced.  And practiced.  I would stand in front of the closet mirrors with wrap and baby trying to do a back carry.  Beads of perspiration would form over my furrowed brow, and I would mutter obscenities under my breath.  Curse babywearing!  Will I ever get this?  I kept practicing because I needed to.  Two kids required babywearing!  And I got better.  Heck, I got good enough to teach.

So, I knit, never dreaming of teaching, but settled in knowing that I’ll get better with practice.

Happy wearing,                                                                                                                                                   Kristin