I mentioned earlier that my kids weren’t initially happy with my newly-awakened sewing obsession. They were my primary focus for over a decade, and were used to me being there at all times. When I started spending a lot of time sewing and creating earlier in the school year, things changed. In order to free some time for art-making I now needed to limit the time I spent on other things. That definitely affected the kids’ lives, and required a lot of negotiations over the last few months, not to mention a lot of adjustments on everyone’s behalf. Even now, when the school year is nearing its end, it’s still very much a work in progress.
But every now and then there are little moments that show me the kids are accepting my renewed connection to art. The other day, for example, my son, a first-grader, came home from school very excited. “You won’t believe this, mom,” he said. “I have this boy in my class, poor fellow, his mom can't even sew!”.
(I just love this beautiful collaborative piece my son made with other classmates).
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