If you had told me a year ago that a box of handmade crocheted hats would turn my family upside down, I would have laughed. But life has a strange way of revealing people’s true colors at the most unexpected moments. My daughter, Lila, is twelve years old, quiet, thoughtful, endlessly patient, and gifted in ways that continue to surprise me. When other kids her age were glued to their phones, she spent her free time crocheting. She learned the skill from watching online tutorials and practicing late into the night until her fingers developed the kind of dexterity that adults envied. It started with little things, scrunchies, coasters, and small plush animals. But one evening, after watching a video about children going through chemotherapy and how they often received handmade hats from volunteers, she said softly, “I want to make some too.” I remember looking up from the stove. “Hats?” I asked…….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
My Daughter Crocheted 80 Hats for Sick Kids — My MIL Threw Them Out, Sneering, ‘She’s Not My Blood’
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