The work today was really nice. Children are making little bags so Mom can tote a lunch, book, or carry her "stuff." We used acrylics so, of course, my concern was ruined clothes and a project beyond them.
I was wrong, it went beautifully.
I spilled the only real spill.
Let's tell you a funny little thing I heard today before displaying the work. One of my little ones, a charmer, stated as she smelled the paint (by the way children ALWAYS notice the smell of everything especially paint), "This smells like my really old grandma."
Sometimes I have to step back and laugh.
I added the puffy paint after they went home because as good as I maybe at this work I have yet to see puffy paint "go well" with young children.
So now it's my moment to talk about mommas.
If you want a general observation it would be that every child I have loves their Mother fiercely. With abiding love. No matter if Mom is present daily or someone they must go see. They are five and they are so dear. Which got me to thinking a little bit today about the children that are suffering from war in our world. Or that deal with the catastrophic loss of mother and must reconstruct her in the relationships they make along the way. I often hope I fill that role a tiny bit when I need to-which happens.
It's a real responsibility.
Today I was thinking of my mother. Her loss is very hard. Even though her passing was at 85, to me she is frozen as she was in my early childhood. A bright woman trying to raise her two children. I remember Mom actually from about the age of this class I have into my teens most clearly-when we were in the defining times of our relationship. So as the children made their art-it took me a second to process that I can no longer spend my Momma Days with the person that I loved. And then I thought a little bit about my three children.
Mother's Day is soon here-I hope it brings you joy. I hope it brings your mother joy.
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