Friday, June 8, 2012

What? No pressing projects...how did that happen

It is official  we are parents of a High School graduate.  I am still not really sure how that happened.  I am pretty sure just yesterday I was putting my sweet little girl on the kindergarten bus in her super cool barbie dress. 

I remember standing at the bus stop asking her "Cianah, are you scared?"  Knowing that my insides were jelly with the thought of my baby going off to big bad school and riding the bus with those big 6th graders.  Cianah looked at me puzzled and said, "No mom, why would I be worried?"  Cianah has had much the same attitude her whole life.  She's embraced whatever life threw her way.  She's turned into a beautiful, smart, caring, and funny (like her momma) woman.  We couldn't be more proud of who she's become. 
I am dreading dropping her of to college in two short months.  I'm trying to come up with some super cool mom thing to give her.  I have come up with a bunch of "advice" and trying to figure out how to put it all together.  I don't know - if anyone has any ideas - please share.  I recently watched this video and sat at my desk and sobbed.  Much like Frank said in his video - I am far from a perfect parent.  I make mistakes every day.  In spite of that, some how my kids have turned out to be some of the coolest people I know.  People I would actually like to hang out with, even if I wasn't their mother.  I am not sure how the whole family dynamic will change with Cianah gone.  I have been a mom since I was 20 and the thought of my babies leaving the nest really frightens me. 

A year or so ago I pushed hard to try and get Karl on board with having another.  For the past 18 years my life has revolved solely around these little creatures.  Even when they annoy me to no end, even when I am screaming about something broken or lost, even when my paycheck doesn't stretch quite far enough because someone needed this or that, I wouldn't change it for a minute.  Children truly are the best gift in life.  And no matter what, no one will love them like their momma. 

I really can't imagine the tears (and snot) that will be shed on August 10th.  Hoping that somewhere along the way this all gets easier.  Right now I am really struggling.

In other news my beautiful God Daughter turned 2 today and I am happy to say I did get her barn finished and in the mail BEFORE her birthday.  It should (fingers crossed) be on her doorstep when she gets home tonight. 

The 2nd barn came together much smoother than the 1st.  Good thing I still need to throw 2 more (at least) of these bad boys together for other munchkins.  In due time, in due time. 







Also last Friday my brother and sister-in-law's apartment in Brooklyn caught fire.  As you can see from the building - they lost everything.  I have a link on my Facebook page if you'd like to help get them back on their feet. 
I decided that I need to make them a quilt.  You know why?  Because that's what  I do.  So I am in the process of debating what to do.  I have all my scrappy fabric from the Upcycle Exchange that I wanted to use to make myself possibly a cathedral window quilt. I thought maybe I can use those to make them one instead.  But I think I may just make another trip down and see if I can't find some fun and funky fabrics that they may like a little better.  Dana (sister-in-law) is an artist and tends to go with bright colors.  Thinking I may need to find use more of those and less of the muted pales I picked out for myself.  So right now I am trying to decide between the more complicated paper pieced like the star to the left. (many blocks like this it's not just one big star) Or something like the strip rag quilt to the right.  Your thoughts are welcome. 

Right now, believe it or not I have no pressing projects until September.  I think we've once again decided to undread Tatiana's hair, so I may start that project Saturday after the Bree's 3 games of basketball.  

If you have thoughts on which quilt I should make or how the hell I deal with my baby leaving for college - I would love to hear them. 

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