Friday, April 20, 2012

Just When You Start to Think You Really Suck...

Today while my little daughter was sleeping, I went outside with my son.  While he road his scooter, I sat on the garage floor weaving beads.  He stopped what he was doing and came in asking if he could bead with me.  I've enjoyed lately teaching him this craft little by little when he seems interested.  I like the idea that someday my children may take unusual things they learn from me and pass them on to their kids.  So, today I cut him some wire and let him have at it.  He came up with a very pretty little bracelet today.  Definitely the prettiest thing he's made yet.  So, I continued our lessons now that he's getting the hang of stringing pretty patterns by showing him how to properly fit the bracelet and add a clasp.  He was so proud of his creation.  He then went on in very great detail about how he planned to sell his creations.  Online, and on the street.  He went out to the curb and held his creation up for passers by to see.  Then he came back in pondering whether or not we should make a sign to help promote his items.  He also said he'd like to make a website and host contests and giveaways.  Finally, he discussed a plan for he and I to make him some business cards...

Now, lately, I have been second guessing myself a lot whether pursuing art and writing really is the right choice for my family, or just selfish indulgence of a pipe dream.  When I heard my son graphically describing all the things I've been working on, I was almost moved to tears.  I had no idea that he was paying so close attention to what I've been working on.  I had no idea he was learning fundamentals of working, and earning money to buy things you want.  I. Had. No. Idea. He. Was. Proud. Of. Me.

I said to him, "honey, I didn't know you were paying so much attention to Mommy's job!"

He looked at me like I was about half cracked and replied, "well of course, Mommy, I'm so proud of your job.  You're the best artist IN THE WORLD."

*tears*

Its such a nice part of parenting.  Just when you start thinking you really suck for one reason or another, these little pumpkins have an uncanny knack for making you feel like you could never possibly do anything wrong...