Experience Needle-Time
Needle-Time is a fictional piece written to bring to life the magic that surrounds the love of carrying on the tradition of the needlearts from generation to generation. Join me for a new story each issue that will reflect the strong bond formed between Aunt Lilly and Molly through their special needle-time.
Last issue Aunt Lilly learned how support can make all the difference when trying to achieve something. Join us this issue as Molly learns that saying sorry is so much easier than staying mad.
The easy solution
“But Aunt Lilly, she said she didn’t like my story. I am mad at her.” Molly hugged the metal chair with her tiny fingers.
Aunt Lily shook her head and didn’t smile. “I don’t think Suzie was trying to be mean to you. She was just being honest with you.”
“What does Suzie know about writing?”
“Molly, you asked for her opinion.” Aunt Lilly put her arm around her shoulder. “Being a good friend sometimes means you have to be honest even when you know it might hurt the other’s feelings. You heard her. She thinks you are a great writer. She simply thinks you can do a better job.”
Molly stretched to see her friend across the room. Suzie looked a little sad. Molly felt like a fool. She had yelled at Suzie in front of everyone. Being mad was so much easier than saying sorry.
The rest of the day, Molly worked hard on stitching magic into her bookmark. With each stitch, she kept her eyes glued to Suzie’s table. The three other girls with her laughed and shared threads. Molly sat alone. Then, came snack time. The girls shared their Teddy Grahams and jelly beans. Meanwhile, Molly ate a boring yogurt. Crushed Teddy Grahams would have tasted delicious mixed in it.
When everyone completed their projects, Aunt Lilly instructed each girl to stand in front of them and present their craft. Lulu made a bracelet that glittered. Nora created a fancy fan with frilly lace. Some of the others made cards and decorative pens. Suzie made an adorable collage complete with bunny rabbits and miniature carrots. When it was Molly’s turn to present, she sauntered up to the front of the tables and held her bookmark up for them all to see. For the first time ever, she didn’t want praise. She would have felt like even more of a fool. She didn’t deserve a round of applause for her hard work. She had acted so ugly that morning that she couldn’t even look any of the girls in the eye.
She rushed through her presentation and hurried back to her seat. Suzie’s table didn’t clap for her at all. They didn’t even look at her. Suzie must be so mad at her. She was now best-friendless.
Only one thing would solve this. She summoned up some bravery and walked over to Suzie. All the girls stared at her without smiles. Being mad was not fun.
Molly raised her eyes to her and handed her the bookmark. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t a very good friend to you.”
A small smile rose on Suzie’s face. “That’s okay. Want to sit with us?”
Saying sorry wasn’t hard at all. Just like that, she had her best friend back. |
