A surprising universal language

I brought the kids to the park yesterday afternoon.  And since I had had enough of their shenanigans for one day, I brought my knitting project.  That way if they wanted something, I could lift up my knitting and they would know I was busy and they had to figure it out themselves. 

Many of the usual suspects were there, including the Chinese grandmother of one of the younger boys.  I see her all the time, I try my best to say hello in Chinese and she nods a nice hello and smiles.  But yesterday when I had my knitting out, she came over to the bench, sat down, looked it over, along with the pattern and then took it out of my hands and started working on it.   

She got to a point where she stopped and showed me what she had done, how it was different than mine and then how to do it.  As she was showing me she was explaining everything in Chinese while I was answering in English, oh how I wish I had had my camera mounted on the monkey bars to catch the view. 

Her gesture was so sweet and touching and grandmotherly, how lucky I am to have experienced that moment with her.  I should bring my knitting down more often.

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