My studio has been mostly neglected this week. I only finished up my button scarf and some headbands for bug's crazy hair.
My mom lives thousands of miles away (and 6 time zones apart) in France but I have wonderful women that are playing a huge role in my life: Aunt Joan (who is really my husband's aunt) and her mom Gram Betty. Both have "adopted" me since we settled in Maryland and it is wonderful to have them around . Yesterday, I finally took a couple of hours to "play" with fabric and make some flower pins for them.
I also played a little bit with a new technique: Kazashi (new to me because this art is centuries old). This is my first (almost) finished flower:
The lack of crafting was mostly due to a bigger need. We worked hard this week at finishing to fix up our deck. What was initially planned: replace the handrail. What actually happened: replace the handrail and all the planks. Hmm does that ever happen to you? A smallish project that keeps on growing?
Anyway, the bulk of it is now done and I can put out a deck chair and enjoy Mother's day outside, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature in the spring. Oh and I can let bug be there with me ( well now I worry about her climbing the new handrail rather than worry about the old baluster falling off and bug with it).
This leads me to my reflection about Mother's day and what it means to be a mother. I certainly had no idea what I was in for on that day of July when I first held bug, so tiny and sweet.
Now I see this picture of my mom, bug and I and I know.
Little victories, new experiences, having too much fun and play hard, chocolate (and chocolate faces) and dreams
and of course little mistakes.
All of it surrounded with lots of love and cuddles and kisses
So at the end of the day sleep my little one can sleep like this
with no fear or worries (I do all the worrying for now)
Being a mom is all about making sure that my child lives happy and grows to her full potential.
Happy Mother's day to all mothers, and beautiful women that are mothers in their heart and in their actions. Your tender embrace, the comfort of your presence, the kindness of your words and your undying support makes us children who we are, and then makes us mothers (and fathers) in turn.
PS: In France, Mother's day is celebrated in a couple of weeks later than in the US. So I get to wish my mom a happy Mother's day twice every year :)