The other day, I showed David a picture of a chicken made out of an egg carton, felt, and googly eyes. “I want to make this with the kids,” I told David. He smiled because really, what do you say to a chicken craft? “I’m so glad we have children because I get to make stuff like this,” I told him.
Sure, I could make silly chicken crafts out of egg cartons without kids, but, it’s so much more fun with them. We’re getting back into the groove of crafting around here. A good portion of my day is spent using just one arm to do everything. Cook, clean, type, craft. It is all done with one arm. All while the other arm becomes jello as I hold an 18 pound baby for the entire day. Yep…I pretty much hold him all day. There are moments when I’m so exhausted and I so miss the days when I was able to have my body all to myself, but, then I look at that little baby of mine and realize that these moments will pass so quickly and I’ll miss them. I figured that out by my third child. As hard as the moment is, it passes quickly and it’s soon missed.
Back to the crafting. We’ve (meaning I’ve) gotten away from doing weekly crafts with the kids because I’m always holding my baby. But, we’re changing that. Today, we painted. There was nothing planned. The entire time Emma painted, I said over and over again, “what are you painting?” She kept replying, “I don’t know yet.” And soon she was done, and still didn’t know what she painted. Hours passed and I overheard her say to her brother, “it’s a mushroom surrounded by rainbows.” I really thought she was going to say a fish, because we just so happen to be pet sitting a blue fish at the moment. But, it’s not a fish, it’s a mushroom. And that’s why I love having my children. Because they are little artists and at 36 years old, I am still one too.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up”