Handprint Turkeys

I used to think of myself as pretty cool ~ until the other night. Since I art docent for two of my son's classes, I have to do all the prep work ahead of time. I go every two weeks and it had slipped my mind that I needed to finish the "final touches" for the handprint turkeys. First came the panic of "oh crap, I need to get these things done" then the acceptance that I'd better get to work, NOW! So I was sitting there making pilgrim hats for the turkeys, wondering how I got there. I used to be cool. Now I make turkey pilgrim hats out of construction paper. Then it dawned on me that I'm still cool because I recognize how dorky it is to be a grown woman making things out of construction paper. (Unlike the parents who take their kids to a Wiggles concert and get into it as much as their kids do ~ that's a long story involving free tickets). It's important for me to realize that doing the things that motherhood requires is part of the job, but I don't have to identify myself as a craft-lady (or crap lady, or other swear words). It just part of the job.

On a side note to all the moms out there. Please note that when you throw your child's art work away, take a second to give a moment of silence for all the "love" that went into that project ~ someone had to cut all that paper and make sure that the globs of glue that your child put on the paper were wiped away, and someone had to resign themselves to the reality that their life is not their own anymore because they are a mom (a really, really good mom ~ who might have kids that poison themselves occasionally and wander into the street).