06/19/2026
If you had asked me five years ago whether I’d enjoy teaching kids basket weaving, I would’ve laughed and said, “Heck no.”
But life has a funny way of revealing what you didn’t know you needed.
This week at 4‑H camp, I watched a room full of kids go from unsure hands and tangled weavers to bright eyes, steady focus, and that spark of I did it.
And let me tell you—there is nothing more rewarding.
Seeing their smiles at the end, the pride in their work, the way they hold up their finished baskets like treasures they created with their own two hands… it’s priceless. Moments like that remind me why I weave, why I teach, and why passing this craft on matters.
And who knows—maybe one of those kids will carry the tradition forward, keep the basket alive, and one day become an even greater artisan than I am.
If I can inspire just one, then every hour, every lesson, every soaked reed is worth it.
Here’s to the next generation of makers, dreamers, and weavers. 🧺✨