When I was young I often crept out of the house with a bag slung over my shoulder. The bag was full of the same things I would gladly fill a bag with now: notebooks, pencils, a sketchbook, whatever I was reading. I would sit on some rocks overlooking our pond and read and write. It was a moody scene. I was a moody. If I was lucky so was the weather. I wrote moody scenes of crashing water, anticipated storms, and angry people. I scribbled on those papers- terrible drawings and poems- alternating between loving what I made and hating it for not being better.
At some point in high school I put the paper aside for chemistry and Spanish and geometry. I played volleyball and basketball and sung in the choir. I still loved notebooks but they mostly sat empty. A crowded mind and schedule have a hard time making from scratch.
My first semester of college I took an art class. I loved parts of it but a two and half hour drawing class bored me by the end. I was thrilled to run across campus with my big paper porfolio and burn some energy at volleyball practice.
As a young mom I wondered what place art had in my life. I was blogging at this point so I had embraced writing to some extent. But art seemed to serve no purpose besides being beautiful. One night when I was up feeding a baby I paused to look out the bedroom window on my way back to bed. The almost-full moon hung heavy over the treetops and a few deer wandered through our yard. I realized that God made many beautiful things that no person would ever see- the depths of the ocean, the outstretching of the galaxy. He made many beautiful things that few people would ever see. Beauty in high mountain villages where tourists never go. The daylilies in my own backyard that aren’t in a public garden.
Art is just as valuable when no one or few people see it. I believed the lie for years that what was done for a few didn’t really matter. But that night was a turning point for me. God, the ultimate Creator, created many astounding beauties that only He enjoys. Value isn’t determined by audience size or price tag.
I’ve been writing and blogging consistently for six years now. It’s gravitated from a blog where I shared recipes (with terrible photos) and updates on our oldest son’s metabolic care to a blog about faith and womanhood. I’ve done that for a couple of years but over the past six months I’ve been plagued by thoughts of just quitting the internet
Then I realized this is a creative outlet. I can change it. I can do something else when the old becomes boring or no longer fits what part of me is expressed to the world.
So same blog, same me, same foundation- different focus and content.
You’ll notice the tagline: “An inspiring and practical guide to creative motherhood.” Problems always have two sides. A spiritual side where we go to God and He works in our hearts and a practical side where we actually change something about ourselves.
Creative motherhood is a strange topic for the woman who never wanted to write a blog about motherhood. But y’all, I’m a mama. I love being a mama; it’s hard and glorious and stretching. I want to tell the stories about this time to remember them myself but also so other women can hear me say “me too” to those thoughts that plague them when they’re awake feeding a baby and tucking a toddler back into bed. You are not alone.
Creativity doesn’t leave when motherhood enters. We’re still women. We still need to grow and pursue interests. I’m not just talking about my creative “work” such as writing or this blog or an art project or playing the piano. I’m talking about managing our homes with creativity and dressing ourselves in ways that express our own personal creativity.
We’re going to be inspiring. We’re going to tell stories, offer encouragement, and gather ideas from women (men too) further down the path.
We’re going to be practical. We’re going to conduct interviews, offer advice that works for others, and run project challenges.
We’re going to talk art and writing and creativity. We’re going to talk about knitting and sewing and cooking and even (notorious to me because I hate scissors and glue) crafting. We’re going to talk about motherhood and babies and life with small children. We’re even going to talk a little about special needs motherhood.
We’re all women before we’re mamas. And we’ll mother better if we don’t lose that.