Oh, hey. Remember that one time THREE MONTHS ago when I said I was going to start a little weekly art sharing?
I’d like to share my latest curiosity-cum-obsession as of last month: lap loom weaving. Been having the most fun time with it. DIY’d a nail loom via this video tutorial.
approx. 8 x 12.5″
acrylic / cotton (warp) / wood
Sometimes I think I want to do big things with my teensy corner here in the www, but I’ve never been one to have the confidence it takes to be a leader and a messenger… and then there’s that little issue of not having anything to say or anyone to read it.😉 So I’ve been thinking… and what I’d like to do is a little creating. A little weekly art sharing. Eventually make some printables. Making things that someone might find useful, like Christmas photo card templates or Valentine’s Day cards to share with classmates. Start out with freebies and see where that takes me.
I cringe to look back on my last post, and part of me wants to delete it. But it was my truth at the time, so it will stay here for now. There’s no denying I have hard days – who doesn’t. But I won’t live there.
I feel this way a lot.
I’d like to think that most of the time I’m a good person.
A good mom and wife. A good friend.
I’d like to think that when I admit my shortcomings, that I won’t be judged.
I feel unduly judged. Sometimes I am, sometimes it’s probably imagined.
I unduly judge others.
I make a lot of mistakes. I say a lot of stupid things.
I say “I’m sorry” a lot. I wish I didn’t have to.
Many days when I have to step away from my safety net – whatever it may be at the time – and live my life, a feeling comes over me and takes all of my confidence away.
People don’t understand that you can feel happy, confident and comfortable in your own skin occasionally and yet still struggle.
It doesn’t make me a fraud. My emotional and mental struggles are real. I don’t care if I was friendly and outgoing yesterday. I couldn’t care less if I was chipper on social media three days ago.
The people who love me and support me and try to understand me even when I’m beyond understanding… they mean everything, everything to me.
I’m having a rough morning. But I know it will be OK.
As my kiddo and I were walking across the parking lot to the grocery store, a teenager on his bike wheeled up to us and said something about a collection. He said he liked to collect shoes.
A few yards away, a woman was calling for him to come to her. He wouldn’t budge. I took a couple steps toward her and asked her if he was asking for our shoes, and she said Yes, that she had been trying to teach him not to do it and she was sorry.
I said Please don’t apologize. She kept her distance as he continued to ask us about our shoes. I felt very torn: I wanted to give this young man an opportunity to say what was on his mind, but I didn’t want to add to his mom’s frustration by continuing to engage him in conversation when clearly she wanted him to stop and leave with her right away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t give you our shoes; we have to wear our shoes in the store.”
“How long are you going to be in the store?”
“For quite a while, I think.”
“What’s your address?”
All the while, his mother continued to call for him. I said Goodbye to him as he finally rode toward her.
As we turned to go inside, I kept thinking how I wished the mom could have known that my only thought about the whole exchange was that I hoped her son felt like I was listening. And that I didn’t want her to worry about any of it.
I guess my point in sharing this story is that I’ve been in that mom’s shoes on some level. And my attempt to put her at ease by saying Don’t apologize was most likely not comforting at all. I know that when I have felt embarrassed in certain situations, it didn’t matter what kind things people said to me in that moment – their words didn’t quell my anxiety. Wouldn’t things be much easier if we all what was in other people’s hearts?
Hi there. This is a brand new post to a blog which was started several years ago in frustration over the old blog and had about a half a dozen posts before I got fed up and returned to my old blog. The old blog appears to have been hacked, and since changing the password didn’t seem to help, I came back here and deleted all the old posts so I could have a fresh start. My old blog was a combination of hobby posts (mainly doodling, but also a little photography, cooking and sewing) and random mommy thoughts and stories / photos of my kiddo. This one will be more of the same.
First off, as of last month, we officially have a second grader. He’ll be eight years old next month – he’s bright, funny, and sweet – he can be pretty goofy and is also sharp with puns. His current interests include Minecraft, Bad Piggies, Slugterra and making and watching stop-motion animated Lego movies. He has been fond of penguins for a while and still loves ’em.
We’ve had some issues with ADHD-like behaviors, however (issues which are most likely related to something else, but that’s a post for another time) – and that leads us to one of the big changes here: diet. I have been desperate to avoid attempting a gluten-free diet because it is pretty restrictive, you have to be super-careful (I just learned I cross-contaminated my GF bread yesterday by using our toaster!), and takes a long time (sometimes three months!) to yield results… and I’ve been told that if you slip up during the first three months, you have to start all over again – GAHHHH. After doing some research, I’ve found that some people see results after a few weeks… so that’s what I’m hoping will be the case for us. I’m also hoping that we will see an improvement with seasonal allergies /colds as well.
Before deciding to commit to this change, I had questions that I’m sure other parents have when considering a GF diet for their children:
- How will I be able to adapt / replace my child’s favorite gluten-riddled foods?
- How do we deal with dining out?
- What the flippin’ flip are teff, amaranth, konjac? Where on earth do I find sweet potato flour in this world?
- How will we survive without light, airy dinner rolls??
The thing is, we’re considering meds at this point. And my mommy gut says we need to try this first. So here we are. Wish us luck!