Imagine you being the Doctor’s companion as a young teen. He’s super protective, and every time the two of you run into a friend of his, they judge you being there and try to tell him you’re too young. Every time you’re in danger, he either panics or goes on a rampage, and after almost every adventure, he has a sad talk with you about taking you home. You always manage to convince him you’re happy the way things are, and he listens.

(Requested by @timelady-emily :) Sorry you’re going through a rough time! But I’m glad you requested this, because I’ve been thinking about doing a post like this for awhile :D)

Lessons from Knitting

My daughter is 11. She’s a lovely girl, amazing in a thousand ways. A few weeks ago, she and I got into it. I don’t remember what it was about. Once the dust cleared, we were sitting and talking and I told her I loved her, always, even when I don’t like the choices she makes. 

“But I keep making mistakes, I keep doing the wrong thing and making bad choices”

“Yes, you do, that’s part of growing up and learning how to make better choices. But the choices you make aren’t who you are. You are more than your individual choices”

She told me she didn’t understand what I meant. I tried a few times to explain the idea that “the whole is more than the sum of it’s parts” but she wasn’t quite getting it. 

A few days later, I had an idea. I laid out one of my favorite shawls on my bed. 

“Do you like this shawl?”

“I do! It’s beautiful!”

“Did you know I did it wrong? I didn’t follow the pattern for the fist part, and look here - this part didn’t line up, and I messed up the end of this flower, and look here, I had dropped a stitch but instead of going back to fix it I just added a new one three rows later. There’s probably other mistakes too, but those are the ones easiest to see.”

“Well, that doesn’t matter, it’s still super pretty, and I know you worked really hard on it.”

“Exactly. Even with the mistakes - even though I didn’t go back and fix all of them, even though I did parts of it wrong - it’s still beautiful and I can still be proud of it. Understand?”

She hugged me a lot. I think - I hope - she finally gets it, and she’ll remember that conversation. And when she doesn’t, I know I can pull out the shawl and wrap her in it, and remind her how much she’s loved.