With all the affection in my heart, I say, What a load of rubbish! Creativity blossoms in so many different shapes and forms that to say you’re not creative because you don’t sew easter dresses or make your kids spectacular birthday cakes is selling yourself short (ps I don’t make my kids spectacular cakes either). When I said that I basked in the warm confines of my unique family while growing up, it was largely due to the creative and supportive atmosphere that my mom nurtured in our home. She really got a kick out of doing things her own way, and the older I get the more I admire how she ventured into the new and unknown as a mother (homeschooling, parenting style/methods etc). If she decided that she wanted to do something, she pulled up her sleeves and learned all about it. Because she wanted to. And then she did it. That’s pretty cool, and very creative.
On top of being very creative, my Mom is the worlds best cheerleader. She provided us with so many opportunities, but without any pressure to be or do anything but what we felt passion for. And then she practically did back flips every time we accomplished anything. I love that about her, and that’s something I want very much to emulate with own kids.
Creativity is natural part of being a woman, and an integral part of being a Mom. Every single day, every hour of the day can be an exercise in creativity with your children: how to keep them happy, how to teach them, how to get them to help you clean (happily), how to distract them, how to pacify them, how to connect with them, and the list goes on endlessly. It’s all creativity and creation, and I think maybe that’s part of why I’ve never been happier than I have as a mother.
Thanks Mom, for teaching my how to crochet that one time. I don’t really remember how, and I’ll definitely have to re-learn next time I get the notion to make a hat or something, but I appreciate you teaching me all the same. I appreciate how you’re smiling because you enjoyed teaching me, and because you believed in the ability of my little fingers to learn the stitches, and liked to see me concentrate and spread my young crafty wings.