Do you remember making potholders on a small loom with pegs as a child. Try doing it now. Today was, as my grandchildren call it, grandma Tuesday. As I have mentioned I watch my grandchildren on Tuesday’s during the summer months and I usually take some kind of craft to do. Well I saw these kits to make potholders and nostalgia took over of days past when we made them in school or the summer park program. How fun I thought, well, try making them now with bigger fingers and less patience. I totally forgot how hard it is at the end to weave those final bands at the end. My fingers were sore and the kids attention was getting short. We trodded on and of course I had to finish weaving theirs because they have even less patience than I do. But wait they aren’t finished because the kit didn’t come with the yarn you need to tie off the ends so we had to trudge out in the rain to get it. Then it was time for my youngest grandson to go to basketball camp, so back out into the rain and we decided to finish them next week.
This project reminded me how little time is spent in this century doing projects with our kids. Economy forces both parents to work and then there are the computer games, the Wii’s, DS’s etc. etc. that make them not want to sit for too long on some silly project. They think it’s fun at first but their attention span starts to slip as there are no ships to shoot out of the sky or race cars to drive. I feel though that they will remember these days with fondness and not the fact that they never finished the projects themselves. So I will dwell on the fact that a memory was made and I had a part in it.
I finally got some art time in and made about 10 new ATC’s and started an altered canvas project. In the middle of my bliss of being in my studio and being creative, I received that dreaded phone call from my friend that her mother had passed. She put up a galant fight right to the end. I am reminded that you can never be prepared for these things, even if you have sat for 4 days by their bedside waiting for the inevitable. She will be lost for a while, but I will be there for her if she needs me.
By day’s end I had spent time with my family, created some art and consoled a broken heart. I am full.