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My daughter, F, soon to be 3 years old, is a photographer. She sneaks mama’s camera and takes pictures of her surroundings all day long. Some are blurry and out of focus, and some are just spectacular. I honestly love looking through the camera at the end of the day to find a few new pictures that she took. Her perspective of our home is so sweet to me. She captures things I’m proud of (kid art on the walls, baby’s first steps, me reading aloud, sisters playing “tea”) and things I’m not so proud of (dust bunnies under the bed, messy refrigerator, mama on the computer -eek!- and the TV on during the day). Like it or not, her pictures are something special – they are her honest perspective of the world. Through her lens, I can see what childhood looks like to her.
This midweek, I’m taking a page out of her book and focusing my lens on the Big things in life…you know, the things that really matter. Things like building a snow fort in the back yard, cheering on the wobbling steps of little J, waiting anxiously for Daddy to get home. I’m honing in on the blue light of dusk casting shadows over the snow, streetlights making the world sparkle and the warmth of snuggling under fleece blankets between siblings. I want to revel in the clambering of little people into bed with Mom and Dad at the start of a long, lovely day of nothing much planned. I’m loving the clattering of dishes during dinner, voices singing silly songs altogether and the love the weaves us all together in this crazy amazing impossible thing called FAMILY. I’m enjoying this rich tapestry of a life, where learning and loving, working and playing all connect together.
And here I am, singing along while J rat a tat tats his pot and pan drums and I’m left wondering if it really does all come down to the velvety flour dusting the floor and my cheek while D cuts out the biscuits and together we push them in a warm oven. This is what happiness is. I’ve arrived.
Leave it to them to teach me so much about what really matters.
Enjoy those kids, if you have some, and if you don’t, try and look at life through the lens of a child. You’ll be glad you did.
Nothing really new to report on for WIP Wednesday…just plugging away at the same old projects, and starting to get a bit bored! I’m working mostly on my Anna Maria quilt though…and I’m thinking, wouldn’t it be nice to embroider the fruits of the Spirit in some of the squares? You know, just in case we need reminding….
Do you ever have the moment of panic, thinking “my kids are growing up so fast. Are they having a fun life? Are they enjoying life to the fullest? What are they going to remember most from childhood?” I have those moments from time to time. When the panic hits, its helpful for me to reflect on my own childhood, one that, from my perspective, was the most fun a child could have. The things I remember and treasure are not necessarily the things that cost a lot of money. I have a few hazy memories from the week spent in Florida when I was five, the beach vacation to Myrtle Beach when I was twelve and the handful of movies my parents took us to. What I remember most are the traditions my family had, some more frequent than others. Those are what hold the deepest and dearest memories for me. Spending summers camping in Canada, the image of my mom washing dishes in that big green bowl with a baby in the backpack. My dad making pancakes on a Saturday morning, just for fun. Sweaty summer evenings racing through the neighborhood on my bike with my friends, singing at the top of my lungs. More recently, my dearest moments are summer cookouts with my family, an afternoon spent at the park with the kids, “family breakfast” on our midweek mornings. Kids and adults too really thrive on traditions, even just the daily routines of life. They’ll remember most the dishcloth swinging from Dad’s waist as he flips bacon on the skillet, and mom singing “Princess songs” while brushing the little girls’ hair. Childhood does not have to be a series of expensive activities or events. Sometimes regular life makes the best memories of all.
Its WIP Wednesday! My favorite blogging day of the week. This is where I show off some of my Works in Progress. Due to randomly making that pillow with my girls on Sunday night and waiting for some more fabric to come before putting together our patchwork quilt, I don’t have very many WIPs this week. That being said, I do have a very special WIP – possibly the longest standing WIP ever.
D’s birthday dress. I’m losing steam on this project, I’m in the skirt section which is SO BORING until you get to the lacework at the bottom. Luckily I have over a month til its “due” so I can take my time.
Now for the ultimate WIP – I began this sampler when I was 8 years old. I found it in my parents basement and brought it home. Now I’m not sure what to do…finish where my 8 year old self left off, or leave it unfinished? It needs to be ironed. I’m thinking of framing it. My mom has a sampler (much more fabulous) that my Grandma made when she was a young girl. It is one of my favorite things in my mother’s house.
We visited the Thrift Store again yesterday, just for a bit of an outing. I rescued a pretty JCrew button down with a spring-y floral print (not pictured) and a basket to keep all Husband’s odds and ends in (better than leaving them around the house!). We also found these:
That’s it from me for today. Have a blessed Midweek with your family!
I can tell that my little one is feeling a bit under the weather, and if attitude is any indicator, my toddler is about to succumb as well. I’m looking forward to slowing down for a few days, snuggling in and doing nothing but reading Little House books and holding my babies tight. I know that my life already seems a lot slower than others, but I tend to get ahead of myself and not take time to rest and renew with my little people. Before I retreat to my cave of midwinter mommy-ing, I thought I’d share a few pictures from the last few days…
My girls and I made this out of scraps from the fabric for our quilt. It only took about an hour, we didn’t measure anything…just let it be perfectly imperfect. I love it. The best part was letting the girls pick the order of the fabrics and holding little F on my lap while sewing it on the machine.