My five year old son, Paavo, loves to sit with me when I weave. It’s convenient for him since one of my looms is in our living room. Not too long ago, he even helped me cut a finished piece off the loom. He then looked at me longingly and asked if he could weave something all by himself. Quite possibly nothing has tugged at my heart more than this simple request.
We immediately started looking at yarn and talking about what he might like to weave, but he wasn’t all that interested in choosing supplies. Instead, he sat up on the bench, put both hands on the beater bar and said, “Mom, I know what I want to make. I want to make an airplane. A real airplane.”
The urge to create is in all of us, but only a child’s mind is completely free of impossibility.