A pair of patient hands must have guided mine when I was a child, to learn the first stitches...running stitch, backstitch, chain stitch, blanket stitch. My hands have loved handwork ever since, although I have no clear memory of being taught.
Margot's hands, though small, are dexterous and adept at fine motor activities. She prints four of the letters of her name, cuts with scissors, strings beads, and so on. So creating a back stitched monogram was not beyond her ability, with guidance and patience from her mama.
It didn't take long to complete this little project, and I relished the rare uninterrupted time we spent together, her pigtails brushing my face, kissing her little neck, and just revelling in her nearness and warmth.
M is for Margot.