Yeah, moms an artist.
…and the apple didn’t fall far.
Creativity is time consuming though and it turns out, so is being a mom of two
So naturally, I haven’t focused on really creating much since my kidos were born.
5 years ago.
I mean, I’ve been just a little busy raising two kids. Just a little.
But now those little girls are getting older and I’m starting to come out of that up-all-night, diapers and sippy cups phase. I’m entering the school-age phase (which is surprisingly still full of tantrums…darn.)
One of my daughters loves to draw too. It’s really all she does.Last week we sat and created and talked and it was one of those unforgettable moments where I wasn’t vacuuming goldfish crumbs or playing referee between my kids.
I pulled out one of my “serious” drawings (which I never do for fear of juice spills or something crazy) but I gave it a shot and it worked. I was simply just sitting and creating with one of my favorite human beings on the planet.
I remember drawing at the coffee table when I was her age. As I got a little older I would use nail polish as paints and hairspray as fixative. I was always making something-usually a huge mess. I always felt the innate need to make something and my parents let me.
I could never leave a blank surface alone. Imagine being the parent of that. Just imagine. #sorrymom *insert magic eraser advertisement here*
I’m the same way though. I’ve always encouraged my girls to make something-even if it’s a mess.
The first time Noelle drew on the wall I was so proud of her drawing that I took a photo of it.
You guys, I took a photo. Who does that? 🤣
I was sad when it came time to move and we had to paint over it. I cherished her creativity and I wanted it to flow freely.
Like that time she was 1 and I gave her paints and a pumpkin. She painted it and then rolled it across the kitchen floor. I call it the great pumpkin paint disaster of 2014. She loved it.
I loved that she loved it.
I fully regretted that enthusiasm when Orchid was born and markers+our white walls became her daily favorite thing. 🤦🏻♀️ but hey, we got through it 👍🏻
So, art has impacted all aspects of my life without really realizing it – including how I raise my children.
I won’t give you some cliche about how you should make time to do what you love cause you know what?
Parenting is flippin’ exhausting and we ‘re all just doing the best we can.
I mean, somedays I’m just proud of the fact my girls have on matching socks 🤷🏻♀️ #win
In a perfect world would we stay up after they go to sleep and do what we love? Would we set time aside in the day? Would I sit down and color Paw Patrol coloring book pages with my kids every morning?
But sometimes we’re just tired. Sometimes we need to get things done. Sometimes we don’t make time for ourselves. And sometimes hobbies are shoved in a closet for years on end because play dates and blanket forts are more important and that’s perfectly okay.
My advice: don’t forget who you are mamas. It might take 5 years but, someday you’ll be able to incorporate that part of you into parenting and it’ll be one of those moments that trumps many others.
Someday instead of crayons and coloring book pages it’ll be sketchbooks and pencils and you’ll realize how fast it really does go and how epic it is to show them what you love.
If your passion is skydiving though, I would recommend just doing that by yourself. Not all hobbies are meant to be shared 💁🏻♀️ #justsayin