Here’s my handmade Christmas present for Nehemiah. It’s a plushie based on a drawing of his. I seriously can’t tell you how much I love the imperfections of sewing with self-made patterns. I love it that these creations come out of my kids’ minds.
Speaking of my kids’ creative minds…I was just telling Tony the other night that as hard as it is to balance being an artist with being a mom, I’m realizing that my kids help make me the artist I am. Their creativity feeds into mine and mine feeds back into theirs. It’s a beautiful dance we do together and the outcome is far greater than anything we could do on our own.
I’m thankful for this season where I find crayon wrappers in all sorts of nooks and crannies of the house, where paper, pens, markers, scissors and gluesticks litter every inch of our tabletops, where splatters of paint dot the floors, where our coat closet doubles for an art closet that is stocked full and raided on a daily, if not an hourly basis, where colorful bits of scrap thread dot the carpet or stick to our clothes. Because in this imperfect life of raising little kids, I have become and am becoming the artist I always dreamed of being. And secretly, most days, I don’t want this season to end.
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LOVE this. Heck, your kids make ME feel more creative!
You reap what you sow, right? Now wonder they inspire you…you inspire so many people, including them!
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