Sundays with Grandma: Lessons in Knitting and Kindness

I still remember those lazy Sundays of my youth. While other kids were outside playing tag or building secret forts, I found solace inside our old family house with the gentle clicking of knitting needles echoing in the background. Every weekend, like clockwork, my grandmother and I would have our cherished knitting sessions. Now, most people might think, “Knitting? Really?” Yes, really. And it wasn’t just about knitting. With every loop and stitch, my grandma wove stories of her past, tales of hardship, love, loss, and joy. Each session was a journey into our family’s history and the wisdom that came with it. The scent of freshly brewed jasmine tea would drift through the room as she began her tales. She had this incredible knack for storytelling. Her voice, infused with a mixture of nostalgia and excitement, would transport me to a time I had never seen. As her hands expertly maneuvered the yarn, her words painted vibrant pictures in my mind. <a href="https://medium.com/heart-speak/sundays-with-grandma-lessons-in-knitting-and-kindness-8da1d80e53ae">Visit Now</a>