She got a sewing kit from her Aunt Karen for Christmas or her birthday. I don’t remember. I was changing out curtain rods in the three bedrooms. She caught me in the middle to ask if she threaded the needle correctly. I sighed and then remembered that this was much more than hanging curtains. This was teaching my daughter to sew. This was opportunity. We sat side by side on her bed. We lined up the felt cat pieces. We pinned the top. We chose the button eyes and decided on contrasting thread. She learned to sew a button and do a blanket stitch. She wore her measuring tape like a badge of honor. She, always my daughter, tired of it fairly quickly, but next weekend, I will set aside the time and we might finish the head. So much to do, so little time, but you only get so few of these opportunities.