My heart aches and so I knit. I knit a birthday present for my oldest. Into the gift I knit the wish that she has the knowledge and comfort of knowing she is not alone and that she is loved. I knit the wish that she forgive those who hurt her even though they choose not to forgive her for her wrongs. I knit the desire for healthy, mature relationships and growth. I knit for kindness, compassion, and understanding, that they be qualities she practice and that they be reflected back onto her. I knit happiness and sparkle into the garment with the hope that she will shine when she wears it. And I knit my embrace into it, that my arms always be enveloped around her while she wears it with the hopes that she embrace what life gives her. I also knit for myself. The repetitive knit pearl rib allows me to also pray for patience and the ability to be Confidant and Mother. I also knit to forgive, for I think a Mother's forgiveness is more difficult to come by. I am quick to defend and slow to forgive so I knit for understanding and love, that it be granted to me, to her father, to her sister, to her, and to others.