I think I may have mentioned that, as a kid, I was less than impressed with the “sit-upon” that I made in Brownies.
Guess what my daughter brought home from her Brownie meeting? The thing she was so proud of — the thing she wants to make for everyone, including me, her dad and her grandparents?
Yep. It’s back and she loves it.
I didn’t get it as a kid, but as a mom, I think I finally understand the point of the sit-upon. It has nothing to do with the square itself. It’s about the light of pride in my daughter’s eyes and the note of self-satisfaction in her voice when she says, I made this.
And when she makes me one, I will absolutely park my keister on it and tell her she did a wonderful job. We will sit on them until she wants to get up and go do something else, even if I don’t have feeling in my rump or legs. We will oooh and aaah over every detail of the cut-up vinyl tablecloths, the color of the yarn, and the spacing of her stitches. We will ponder whether we should round the corners on the next one or not. We will discuss how useful these sit-upons can be, how big or little they should be, and why every single person we know should have one. (Even if I still prefer a chair.)
Well played, Sit-upon. Well played.