Shoot...

there was something else I wanted to remember about the training, but something happened yesterday that made it all fly out of my head...


I was sitting on a bench down in the playground, knitting the yoga wrap (BTW here is a pic of the swatch I made for it)

Anyway, I was sitting there knitting and I just had this very strong thought of potato-patties my mom used to make, it felt like someone whispered it in my ears... I always say/think that when I knit my mom (and/or grandma) sits beside me, and this time it was my mom... I know it. When we went up made the patties, and it went so easily, like never before, like it wasn't even me who did it. I told Chris (who loves to eat those little fried things) that it was his grandma who made me do them for him, and she might even be in the room with us. But then such a sadness and crying fit came over me, I run out of the kitchen. Christopher came after me (P. of course did nothing :o((( ) asking what is wrong "I miss my mama"he, the seven year old boy, who doesn't even understand death tried to comfort me, and he -climbing up on a chair- brought me the photo-album with my mom's pictures, and he said "hmmm, let me think, how can I charm her here for you"... sat down, and made this magician movements with his hands... then run away and came back with a drawing... the kid who wouldn't draw to save his life drawn me a picture of my mom hugging me and smiling at me... that was when I really broke down. But this time I was moved of my sons sweetness... such a great kid. I know he is rather difficult most of the time, but he is so sensitive...