Over the weekend, I was having a real bummer of a day. You see, I had been planning to open my etsy shop on August 1st, {www.mysweetbabu.etsy.com}, but with the terrible morning sickness I was feeling, there were days I could not get myself to walk to the park, let alone get to the sewing machine. In spite of it all, I am glad to say that I will have some things ready to put in the shop by my the date I had set. However, there was something else... a friend of mine invited me to share a table with her at our local Atlantic Highlands Craft Show on August 15th. I agreed, and began collecting the supplies I would need to make the items I wanted to sell. I have 4 different items that I plan to make. I am so excited, but for a day over the weekend, I was feeling completely overwhelmed...
Ofcourse, beign hormonal and pregnant, it was not just the craft show that was getting to me; the kids were not listening, the dog was acting up...it was just one of *those days*. As I sat crying, {feeling very sorry for myself for a moment}, my mother pointed out that this was not how I portrayed myself in my life, on my blogg, etc., etc. It is true, many days are a little crazy, but to me, I kind of expect being a mama to be this way. When I write, I guess I assume that readers know just how wild things can be, but like myself, try to find the good in whatever is going on. Then something wonderful happened, my son came out of our craft closet, and presented me with this beautiful bouquet of pipecleaner roses that he had made himself. Well, if I had not cried enough already that day...
The universe is very good to me. Just when I was feeling the most overwhelmed and felt like I could not quite "get it right", Tobin showed me through this wonderful act of empathy and love, that infact, I had been doing something right. It seems that even when I think that no one is paying attention, some of what I say is getting through. I am reminded of a quote by Mahatma Gandhi, "My life is my message". Even when I feel like I am not being heard, as a mama, I am certainly being watched. In the end, the events of the day played out exactly the way they were supposed to, and I end this post happy to say that I feel like my optimistic self again. It is amazing what some flowers can do.
alison
Great post and congrats of the feeling rubbish which will lead to a fabulous new bean! I'm looking forward to checking out your new shop : )
Posted by: Emmalina | July 30, 2009 at 01:49 PM
I always enjoy reading about the sweetness of little ones and, though I don't want to rush a single moment, look forward to those days when Poppy does the most perfect thing!
Glad you are feeling better as well as embracing the imperfect parts of your life {for if we didn't have those, we most certainly wouldn't recogonize the perfect ones!}
xo
Posted by: apples for poppy anne | July 30, 2009 at 03:42 PM