My phone is dying. A horrible, agonizing death. It has been dropped, drooled on (by my toddler of course;), and used until it doesn’t have much left to give. It is like The Giving Tree of iPhones. My DH, pre-planner that he is, is preparing for my phone’s demise by backing up my phone for me over the weekend. I was looking through the pictures on my phone and it is like a scrapbook of my life. So much has changed. The first thing I noticed was all of the Inspiration photos just waiting for a rainy day.
Until recently, I didn’t
have make time for creativity. Every single day I would tell myself after the kids were in bed I would do something creative. It never happened. I was just too exhausted. I was a mother of five and wife to one who homeschooled, had kids in public school, managed her daughter’s autism therapy, paid the bills, and managed my home to boot. Phew! That’s a busy life! When I was commiserating with a creative kindred spirit and mother of 9, she jokingly referred to her youngest as the “Anti-craft”. I told myself that it was just a season of my life and that as the kids got older I would have more time for hobbies. I could craft, paint, and get my DIY on later in life. Ironically, my Mom’s decision to move really forced me to start making time for myself because the garage full of “My Mom’s Junk” had to be dealt with. I couldn’t see it at the time for the blessing it was. I was too busy panicking. God had it under control. He always does. Everything in my life has fallen into place from that one pivotal moment. I have re-prioritized my life and everyone is very, very happy. My Mom came by tonight and was bowled over by the furniture make-overs and could not believe how good they looked. There are so many things I have learned from this whole experience with Mom. The first is that I spent the majority of my adult life reading blogs, websites, books, and magazine articles written by women who were raising their children in creative and inspirational homes. They were resourceful and didn’t spend a million bucks making their homes beautiful. It wasn’t a season of my life…it was a choice. I read a book by a woman named Katherine Sansone called Woman First, Family Always. In a nutshell it says this: make time for yourself every. single. day. Great book. Loved it. Just didn’t live it. Looking back, I can see where not taking care of myself wasn’t a benefit to anyone. Least of all my children. Didn’t I learn that very hard lesson from Mom? I was cranky, frustrated, and I didn’t feel fulfilled. I am a creative person, in every aspect of the word. Working out in my garage fixing up “My Mom’s Junk” brings me so much happiness and fulfillment. I take pride in each project and the heirlooms that I am creating for my children. The kids are so excited and have started asking for “their stuff”. Alex’s dresser turned out so beautiful. I can’t wait to share the photos. That table that just wanted to stay ugly? Nope. She’s pretty again. She’s also going to be my children’s school table. We keep going into our new homeschool room and looking at it! Half of the furnishings came from Mom. She gave me such a gift. I love the sign “I’m So Crafty I Make People”. It pretty much sums up my life right now:)