Two years ago she saw a potter give a demonstration at our local library. She turned to me, eyes shining, and said it as if she’d known all her life: “I want to do that!”
Since then, I have wanted to give her the opportunity. But always, always, there is something else that has to be done first—other needs, other activities, other projects.
She got a small pottery wheel for Christmas this year, and it has taken me this long to get it set up and give her a brief lesson. But we did it. She didn’t want me to stick around very long. She had watched so carefully and waited so long, she just wanted to sit down and try. I gave her a few pointers before she shooed me off, and this is her first creation.
Now the wheel won’t turn, and I think the motor is burned out—it wasn’t strong in the first place, and I suspect it was meant to be more of a toy than a tool. Middle, however, is serious. She got a taste, and she is determined—this is not over.
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