Roll With It
I’m hijacking this post. My cute little title was supposed to be an intro to the crayon rolls I’ve been busting out lately. Here’s the thing, I don’t feel cute or crafty or really happy right now. In fact, it’s shaping up to be a crappy day. My dull aching back has amped up to a throb. I barely got myself dressed, which isn’t saying much considering most people would probably think I’m still in my pajamas. Dutch is still in her ratty footie sleeper (and will be the rest of the day) and wiping snot on my leg. That is when she’s not crying and clinging to me for dear life. I cannot make it through a single task uninterrupted, which makes lunacy inviting. Teething makes her rather unpleasant. I try to be understanding and nurturing, but really I just want it to stop.
I read a couple of things about wonderful mothers accomplishing great and important things and it was like getting punched in the stomach again and again. Remember that time? That time when you thought you were destined to grow up and do something great? I’m pretty sure everyone must feel that way at some point. I didn’t want to be famous or rich, but I was so sure I would contribute to society in a significant way. Now please, don’t patronize me and give me lip service about the importance of motherhood and raising good kids. My life would be significantly different if I didn’t believe that in some part of me. It just doesn’t really feel that way and I imagine that feeling, if it comes, will be fleeting and isn’t really the point anyway. I’m sinking into the pool of bitterness and guilt. Eeyore and I can barely keep afloat. I keep thinking of that overused quote by Marianne Williamson (but so often attributed to Nelson Mandela). You know the one that starts, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” No, that’s not my deepest fear. That quote has always kind of bugged me, because the truth is we’re not all that brilliant or special or hiding our wonderfulness from the world. My deepest fear is that I’m just ordinary. And that I always will be.
Now I will go do something, because when I get to feeling this way I find I just have to do. Work or clean or make something because I cannot stand to just be. I need to take my own advice and just roll with it. Oh, and if you want to make a life-changing crayon roll here’s the tutorial (I found it over at Skip to My Lou – I think it’s one of the best crayon roll tutorials out there). They are a great beginner project. I modify the instructions just a bit, but I will save the space and just say that if you want to know what I do differently, just let me know and I’ll fill you in. Here’s my latest for the upcoming auction:
POSTED ON April 13, 2010,

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