Behind the Scenes is a weekly linkup with Crystal Stine... in her words:
Social media and online relationships can make us feel like everyone else has it all together. We're edited, proof-read, Pinterest-perfect versions of ourselves (or so some might think!) when - in reality? There is an unfinished pile of laundry around the corner. That cute toddler smiling for the camera just had a massive meltdown seconds ago. That yummy breakfast-for-dinner you just showed us on Instagram? It's because the cat licked the chicken that was supposed to be for dinner.
I'm a paper crafter--I love to make cards. I get much satisfaction over a card well done (maybe a little too much). When I am working on cards that I am hoping and praying might sell (whether in an online shop or at a craft fair), I want to be all alone--no kids, no distractions, no "help," no interruptions.
But you see, God gave me some girls ... and my eight year old, she has a little bit of that crafty gene, plus the fact that even though I'm a less-than-perfect mommy, she still thinks I'm the "Best Mommy in the World" and wants to spend as much time with me as possible.
So, when I posted this on Instagram last night, you might have seen a good mommy who loves when her kids make a mess with arts and crafts, and shares all her tools and paper and stamps, and always encourages her kids to follow their dreams...
what really happened??!?! it looked a little bit like this...
I'm sitting in my craft room (Saturday) happily cutting, stamping, gluing, designing cards. I can hear the happy nosies of kids playing together above me... and then the basement door opens! Oh no, I'm going to be found and she rounds the corner, "Oh, can I help, Mommy? What can I do on your cards?"
My answer is always, "No, honey, these cards need to be 'perfect' --or at least obviously crafted by an adult." The answer this time was still "no," but I was able to show her a box I had been working on of craft supplies for the kids--older ink pads, a box of various stickers so old that I'm not even sure they will stick, miscellaneous paper, and stamps that have seen better days.
She immediately wanted to dig in and make cards, but I put her off...
... not right now, it's almost dinner
... and then it's bath time
... and then it's bed time
... and then it's time for church
... and then we are having company
ooh and now they are watching daddy play video games and I sneak away again
...till bedtime and she's begging again... and I say "tomorrow"
In the morning I say...
... after I read my Bible,
... after breakfast,
... after my shower,
... then go outside and play for a little bit--
"but, Mommy, you said..."
I know, I know... after lunch when the younger two take naps.
and then, Finally she digs out her stuff and creates a card... fit for an eight year old.
This is getting way too long, so I will wrap it up by saying, She wants to sell her cards... just like Mommy. I tell her she needs to practice more (and we obviously have to work on spelling, too).
We talk a little bit about the difference between her cards and mine. You need a design plan and a card theme, and sometimes it's helpful to make multiples of the same card... and she gets to work, but I still won't let her use my scissors, my tape runner, my paper cutter, etc.
I make dinner, daddy comes home, I sneak back down to my craft area, again! ... and at bedtime she comes to say good night and she brings me some of the cards she made earlier and I'm amazed!
She has a theme for her cards and a design (even if it's not what I would choose), she's making multiples, she watched how I make cards and tried to replicate it... with the pathetic supplies I gave her.
She wants to be just like me...
