A Special Handshake

Tonight, when Tori was loading up stuff to take to her new house, she also took my backup sewing machine. With the purchase of a commercial grade sewing machine a few months back, I no longer need my backup. It's a great starter machine and before I tried to sell it off I thought I'd offer it to Tori.

While my girls did a semester of Home Ec in high school, neither one of them has ever shown any real interest in sewing. But over the last few years Tori has made her own curtains and pillow covers using an iron and press on adhesive, showing more interest and ingenuity that I would have expected. So I offered her a machine if she wanted it, and she did.

I made her a little sewing box with pins, needles, pin cushion, measuring tape, and some thread in it.

I can't adequately express how it felt. Without coercion, my daughter is eagerly accepting and taking some small step into something that has been a huge part of my life for over thirty years.

If only there was a special handshake or chant for moments like this.