The day I faced my Origami demons

I have a confession.

To all the people in my past whom I may have said, “I HATE ORIGAMI,” to, I like to clarify, that that’s only half the truth.

The whole truth, was that I once sucked at it, and didn’t want to admit it, so it was easier to say I hated it, so I never had to do it, to avoid revealing how much I really sucked at it.

Are you still following? Good.

I know what you are thinking. How can anyone suck at Origami? Right?

In my defence, I was maybe about five, and having butter fingers runs in my family.

So of course my son came up to me today, with colored flint paper in hand, and asked me to make him a paper crane.

I didn’t know he even knew what a crane was, but that’s beside the point. Despite my limited knowledge of Origami, I remember the paper crane (as famous as it is) to be among the hardest animals to make.

I hope he didn’t notice the initial panic on my face, after which I quickly regained my composure, whipped out my laptop, and proceeded to google “Origami crane.”

Ah. The wonders of Cyberspace. Not only did I succeed at crafting three paper cranes, I may have conquered my Origami demons for good.

What’s even better than knowing I don’t suck at Origami?

Knowing my son doesn’t think I suck either.